Mary Finlay

This old stager was smiling out the window of a parked car in Clon. So I asked the driver if I could take a picture. He nodded assent and then I walked around to ask what's the dog's name? Mary Finlay replied the human, which struck me as an odd name for a dog. I gave her a rub on the head (the dog) and headed off to nods and grins, realising a few minutes later that my hard-of-hearing human was saying very friendly in response to my doggie query. 
I shouldn't be left out alone really.