When I was showing dogs back in the late 70s, I worked for a professional handler who specialized in sighthounds. We had multiple Wolfhounds in our string through the years and they were easy dogs to travel with and show (although they did take up a LOT of room in the van!).
I also became pretty good friends with one of our Wolfhound clients whose daughter was involved in pony club and combined training and rode with the same trainer I rode with. I spent a lot of time at their place, where I interacted with the Wolfhounds even more. Although they could be a tad aloof with people they didn’t know, they were in general good-natured and kind-hearted souls that were very easy to be around. The bitches could be a bit more keen–more alert and “sharper” in temperament (but not nasty or aggressive in any way)–while the males tended to be big lovable goofballs. Bear in mind these dogs were all carefully raised and socialized in a household full of very stable-minded dogs, and they had very good direction from the humans in their life so they grew up to be very even-tempered and mellow. I thought they were just wonderful dogs and was often tempted to get one of the puppies but I had a small car at the time and several Salukis and Afghan Hounds of my own, so it was too impractical for me to get a Wolfie.
We also had a few Scottish Deerhounds in our show string, and I have been totally smitten by the breed ever since. They are similar to Wolfhounds but are slimmer, not as tall or with quite as much substance, and have the same quiet, dignified demeanor (although can fire up if there is something that needs to be chased). There is one out there showing right now named Foxcliffe Claire Randall Fraser that to me, is the epitome of a Deerhound–so stylish, elegant, and regal that she almost takes my breath away even watching her on television. She won Best in Show at last fall’s National Dog Show and comes from a dream motherline–her mother was named Reserve BIS at the 2015 National Dog Show and her grandmother won BIS at Westminster some years earlier. If I wasn’t at a point in my life where I was restricted to only small dogs, I would be champing at the bit to get one of Claire’s puppies or a near relative!