I'm going way back to 1967 and the first dog I had after I moved out of my parents' house. In 1967 I lived with a family that had a pair of Irish Wolfhounds. They gave me Truce when he was born for taking care of the litter of fifteen pups. Large litters are common with Wolfhounds and require a lot of supplimental feeding and care.
I called him Truce because the end of his tail was white. Others wanted to attach more esoteric and deeper meanings to the name, but that was their take, not mine.
It's funny to think that at eight weeks he outweighed our little Winterpup. At eight months he weighed 90 lbs. By the time he reached his full growth at two years he was thirty-five inches high at the shoulders and weighed one hundred and seventy to one hundred and eighty pounds. He was a sweet, gentle dog who had no idea of his own size.
I learned early on how to control him which stood me in good stead when it came time to trim goat hooves as I was much better at holding them, while Proge's father trimmed.
Is it any wonder that I have thought of the eighty and ninety pound pups we have had since as medium dogs and Winter as a mini-dog?
Somewhere there are photos of Truce with people that give a better idea of his size.
The early morning mist is burning off. It's time to plant marigolds and get out more of my big pots.
As always, thanks for stopping by..........*s(