Another Guinness raised in honor of a Irish Terrier


Today is another sad day for Follow Me Dog Training LLC. Today marks the passing of 15 yr old Irish Terrier, Scolaidhe’s Irish Maggie. If you have read the Meet the Trainer page on our website, it tells about an Irish Terrier that entered the Lamoureux household in 1995. This puppy, Maggie, was a catalyst in Renée’s dog training career.

Maggie was a pain in the butt puppy that needed training to turn into the amazing dog she was. Her puppy hood was tough and made me curious about why we just couldn’t get her to listen. She was the start of a conversation with an eye doctor that convinced me to look into training dogs. When I returned from my first dog training school (National K9 School for Dog Trainers), she was the first dog I trained in Maryland. She was the inspiration behind the logo for my first business, Pawsitive Obedience. Because of Maggie we went to our first St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Washington DC and were pulled into the parade with the other Irish Terriers…that was the parade where I met Pepper. She was a 10+ year veteran of therapy work, working with Pets On Wheels in Montgomery County MD, she visited an assisted living home every Tuesday, including Sept 11 2001.

Maggie, Pepper & Renée St. Patricks Day Parade 2003
Maggie, Pepper & Renée St. Patricks Day Parade 2003

Dogs don’t live long enough. They provide us with so much that I suppose they give all they can for the limited time they are with us and then pass us on to the dogs they have trained to take their place. I know that Maggie raced over the hill in the fields on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge and was greeted heartily by Pepper and the Lamoureux’s first Irish Terrier, Carrie.

When lessons are over and I sit down with Leinie and Frappy tonight, I’ll open a Guinness and say a toast to two red headed Irish girls. I’ll tell them why when you own an Irish Terrier, they make you either cry or laugh everyday, and I’ll tell them tales of Irish Terriers that no regular dog owner would ever believe. And then I’ll bury another Irish Terrier in my heart.


“There is one best place to bury a dog.
“If you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call – come to you
over the grim, dim frontier of death,
and down the well-remembered path,
and to your side again.

“And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.

“People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.

“The one best place to bury a good
dog is in the heart of his master.”

— Ben Hur Lampman —
from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925

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