Happy St. Patrick’s Day! In the spirit of the day, I am sharing some really old family photographs recently discovered in my mother’s attic.
Truth be told, I am Scotch-Irish (with the McArthurs coming from Ulster, Ireland) among other things.
To the best of my knowledge, these photographs were taken of Sir Steven McBeckett and his trusty poodlehound, O’Truman.
Born in Germany to duck hunting parents (the name poodle comes from the German “pudeln” which means “to splash in water”), Trumann, as he was named, had always wanted to be an Irish Wolfhound.
So he packed his leash, his beret-like tam-o-shanter, and chewy treats and made his way to Ireland where he tried to blend in with the crowd.
Sir McBeckett immediately recognized that Trumann was, well, different, so he took the dog under his wing where he changed his name to “O’Truman” and made him head of hounds for the estate.
O’Truman’s dream came true and he served McBeckett and his wife McArthur as a trusty faux hound for the rest of his life.
Did I mention that I once kissed the Blarney Stone??
Have a great day, everyone!