Dressed for winter and loving it.
My Irish Terrier was both opinionated and fun loving. A loyal little character he was my companion through the last decade and more of my writing career. Blessed with a strong personality and a wicked sense of fun he was my right hand man and featured even in my bio. Although we did disagree on a number of issues - winter was one. I love warm summer days. He loved winter and snow, and face ploughs through the snow. He also loved leaves and autumn, another of my least favourite seasons for it is edging into the cool damp that proceeds winter. Not Rourke, he loved to roll through the leaves and create havoc where I'd just raked. But that was all part of his prankster nature.
Here's the blog post in his honour :
P. J. O'Rourke - The End of An Era
Note: Irish Terriers have a unique connection to Canadian politics. From 1924 until his death in 1950, one of our Prime Ministers, McKenzie King, had Irish Terriers. First there was Pat I who was very special to King, so much so that when Pat died a journalist wrote a lengthy obituary for the dog and posted it in the Victoria Times. Mackenzie King then acquired another Irish Terrier named Pat II and when he lost Pat II, you guessed it, there was Pat III.
At the yearly Humane Society Dog Jog.
I thought the doggles were cool. He hated them. They lasted long enough for the picture.
For fifteen years Rourke was a big part of my writing world. So much so that he even had an interview with one book blogger. Check out As Rourke Sees It.
P. J. O'Rourke
July 4, 2000 - September 22, 2015
Lived and loved well!
...Award Winning Author
Getting into a bit of trouble. This picture became the poster for a few local craft events