This is simple pandering to the masses. All y’all that keep asking about Patrick. He’s fine. Did realize today that it’s been 13 years to the week we brought him home from the breeder. Thus his name. Patrick. The kids wanted to name him St Patrick. We had bought a clearance shamrock collar and leash before we had even found him. The boys and I had just been to the Loveland Castle and thus a compromise was made. He was named that day in late March. Sir Patrick O’Green. His mom was a champion show Wheaten and carried the name Green. We liked it. Over the years we dropped for the formality and settled on Pat. Or Pat Pat. Years ago. He began to recognize his name in discussions. So instead of saying “should we take Pat with us”, that phrase would send him to the door waiting for a leash, we developed a code name for him. In conversations about him we call him Douglas. He has no idea. He doesn’t reply to Douglas. Only Pat. Pat Pat or Patrick. He’s deaf now. Can’t hear, can barely se...