
I first met Whiskey four weeks ago during my first ever visit to Termonfeckin. I was there to chat to bride-to-be Rosie, whose wedding I would be photographing a few weeks later. As I arrived Whiskey was being christened and the Lynch family were toasting her good health with, suitably, a glass of whiskey. There was a little bit of a discussion about whether she was to have an ‘e’ in her name or not, but Rosie’s father was adamant that it was the Irish version, and not the Scotch version, so Whiskey it was. I don’t own a dog, though I do love dogs (I must teach Síofra to start asking for one for Christmas in a few years time!) so when I left Termonfeckin that evening I looked forward to returning for two reasons. Obviously I was excited about photographing the upcoming wedding – that excitement would prove to be well-founded, as my next couple of posts will make clear. But also I was looking forward to meeting Whiskey again. So it was nice that when we did next meet, not only was she a willing subject for some photographs, but she dressed for the occasion too.











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