How it all began

My DOH, Tom, often shares reels or other short clips of Irish Wolfhounds. We've had two rescued adults so I knew what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for a bundle of awkward, clumsy, comical antics of a puppy. It didn't take long for me to find a breeder and after viewing several wolfhound videos sent to me, I shared the link to Irish Wolfhound puppies (marketplace.akc.org) and got the ball rolling. Tom, of course, was more apprehensive than I, but a day or so later while he was in the yard picking up dog poop, I wandered by when I heard Tom say, "His name is  Eric." 
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That put me into overdrive to prepare the house and yard for a rambunctious toddler who would be full of energy and in everybody's face. Our older dog, Luna and grandpup, Copper would need to make some adjustments to their ho-hum life of lolling in the sun and chasing FedEx and UPS trucks from one corner of our corner lot to the other - a glorious, hilly, tree-heavy yard that includes portholes in our stockade fence to let them see the world while contained!