While we were walking away from this dog, after we’d gone up and visited a bit, Autumn said “Wow, it really was an Irish wolfhound!” And I said, “Well, yeah… what, weren’t you sure?” And she said, “No, I figured it had to be something else, it was so tiny!”
I looked over at her to see if she was joking. She wasn’t. Apparently this is tiny for an Irish wolfhound. It’s pretty decent-sized for a great Dane though.
Second picture after the break.
Edit: Bronte’s mom found these pictures and identified her in the comments below, seven years after I posted her. Sad to say, she passed away early this year.