Nancy used to complain that we didn’t run him enough, and I used to ignore it because hey, I don’t like running when I have to, which is never. In retrospect, I missed out. I should have. There was a time, when we would go for walks along our road, which is a mile long. One day I thought, well hell, I’ll give him a run like she wants. Yep, awesome idea….. For like 1.4 seconds. You see, Jax at full run had a leg span of over 6’ feet. In retrospect, it makes sense. They are not called wolfhounds because of appearance, but rather because they were trained to kill wolves. The breed did such a good job in Ireland that they eradicated wolves in the 18th century. Needless to say, my days of trying to run with Jax crashed and burned rather quickly.
One of the other bright ideas I had was to fence in our backyard, so he could have a large play area. We have a fairly large amount of trees, so I went to the home improvement store and got 5’ high snow fencing. I ran it around the trees and sectioned off what I thought was a decent area for him to roam and play in. Remember those legs? Yep, leaped it like a gazelle.
Ironically, as big as he was, he never knocked anything over, which is quite impressive for a dog that was nearly as long as our kitchen table and who’s face cleared the kitchen island with room to spare. In fact, one of his favorite things to do, while I was sitting at the island, was to stick his head underneath my arm and poke his nose through to see what was going on. He’d also leave the cutest little whisker tracks on the counter-top.
Another thing he loved to do was to spin around, 360 degrees, like a bucking bronco. It always amazed Nancy who couldn’t believe that, despite his size, he maintained such a tight circle.
And Jax loved the ladies. Anyone who came to our home would tell you, once they got over the initial fright of seeing this massive dog and hearing his window rattling bark, was that he would love to rest his face on the center of their chest and get love. No, I didn’t teach him that and apparently Jax was not keen on obeying any social distancing constructs.
One funny story was that Nancy had once been heavily into horse riding / instructing and had an old whip. One day, when Jax wasn’t listening, as he was prone to do, she said, ‘I’m going to get the whip,’ and she did. It has a rigid leather shaft of about five feet and then about four feet of braided leather that dangled. She got that whip and you would have thought she rained down fire. Now, we had no idea why just the mere sight of the whip commanded his instant attention, but it did and it shocked us. I mean we had him since a puppy, so he had never been mistreated, so it just kind of stumped us. But that whip was his kryptonite. If we had company come over and didn’t want him to get in everyone’s face while we were sitting down, we would just rest the whip in the door frame and problem solved. Looking back it was comical to think this dangly little whip kept him out of a room, but he would not cross it; this massive dog, thwarted by thin braided leather.
When we were refurnishing our home a few years back, we got a lovely chair to go in our living room which matched the décor. It was not a cheap chair and that was when we learned Jax also had good taste. One of his favorite things to do was go sit down and look out the window toward the pond. I always wondered what he was thinking. At times he would get a little too comfy and nod off.
