Lucky you! I'd like to have a wolfhound... and a coonhound, and a GS, and a RC Collie, and a Newfoundland, and a ...

Ahem.

When I lived in Halifax, back in the seventies there was a very short lady who owned an Irish Wolfhound, a huge one. I never knew her name, but used to meet her frequently late in the evening as she ran with the hound through the quiet residential area where I lived. The sight of this short, muscular young woman with the enormous dog beside her, running silently out of the fog that envelops Halifax so often, was nothing short of magical. I could almost believe in fairies and banshees and skin changing selkies whenever I saw this pair.