I took this the day before Irma hit. Honestly, it’s been a really rough and stressful week in Florida and I love having this image. A little backstory on the Irish Wolfhound: I tragically lost my first one when my son was only 2 months old. Despite running a full battery of tests, the vet never figured out what COD was. I was devastated that my son was going to grow up without a wolfhound by his side and that my big boy was gone. Then, the breeder called me a few months ago and said she had a dog for me…the nephew of my original pup!