The Big Black Dane “PATRICK”

GUEST POST FRIDAYS
**It’s FRIDAY which means I’m leaving it all up to FAMILY. They have so many wonderful things to say, I wanted to share each of their stories with you.**

This week is about Judy and a Great Dane.

Judy is my mom. Here’s a picture of her:

That’s her on her 40th wedding anniversary wearing the outfit my grandma made for her honeymoon trip in 1971.

She’s pretty awesome.

And this is her story about this dog:

This is a picture of both of them together. He’s the one sitting in her lap:

In fact the dog (Patrick) belongs to my sister, but it’s safe to say, he loves my mom best. Not only is she a mother, grandmother and great dane keeper, she’s also quite the poet.
And without further ado, below is Judy’s story. Thanks for sharing mom xoxo
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He came unexpected along with the others, the mother, the father, the sisters, the brother.

It’s not that we didn’t have pets of our own, it’s just a great Dane we had NO desire to own.

Please understand, the humans were fine, but it wasn’t with a Great Dane that we wanted to dine.

SO…… he ate my blueberry pie with delight, add two plates of butter, and he still felt alright.

Now add to his feast my steaks on the plate, oh and sausage and chicken? They met the same fate.

He has eaten my earrings for Christmas this year, and a Christmas tree gift from a friend that was dear.

A turkey leg he snatched off of the tray, we all yelled and we jumped …. he almost got away!

But his golden best feast of the hour: six bags of meat and gravy he smugly devoured!

He heaved and he heaved and upchucked the lot, all over the carpet in one nice neat spot.

So much food he has stolen but now he has moved on: a snack on my couch and now the ruffles are gone.

Stuffed toys are his if at all in his sight, even my wool he unraveled, twice- with delight!

A slipper, a mitt, or food off the kid’s plate, vegetables, the only things he seems to hate….

If ever you’ve lived in a house with PLUS SEVEN, you understand privacy is a wee bit of heaven.

The bathroom I sit where I think I’m alone, but in he pushes like this is his own porcelain throne.

He turns around twice and that’s hard to do, the room is small, and not meant for two.

He looks around wondering what should he do? And then he sits on my lap while I sit on the loo!

He plunks his self down on my lap without care, turns his big head to see who is there.

You could see in his eyes the surprise of his life, my goodness! there sits my master’s dear wife.

That big lug of a dog on my knee on the throne, thank God I was the one who was “ Home Alone.”

Patrick he’s only a dog, this is true… but when he’s alone he really feels blue.

So what does he do to amuse while we’re gone? Find something to chew: he thinks it’s not wrong.

Pull apart the pillow stuffing with glee, I guess you can see how frustrating this all can be.

He can make you laugh at his silly antics, and at the same time drive you crazy and frantic.

His big lanky body he leans right in, pushing and shoving against your shins.

It’s all done in love, his big brown eyes pull you in, trying to make you glad that you kind of welcomed him.

He drinks from the toilet bowl with delight, it’s really just disgusting- it doesn’t seem right.

He jumps on our bed and runs circles around, next he chases the cat but it’s a sore nose he has found.

His poops they are large, great mountains of sin: everything he chewed and has taken in.

He dumps his load for all to see, and a humbler dog he couldn’t be.

We went for a walk out in the yard, expecting this job not be hard.

But suddenly! another dog did appear, and across the yard I was dragged by my dog dear.

Pulled over the grass, I hung on with great strength, until the leash was at it’s full length.

The pavement was hard, it did slow us down, much harder than that soft grassy ground.

He tugged and he pulled as the boy did past buy, “are you alright lady?” he said with a sigh.

“I’m just fine don’t you fear, just get your wee dog the *&^% out of here!!”

I cannot get up, I’m hurting all over, I feel like I just lost in the game “Red Rover Red Rover”

I still had Patrick’s leash in hand, my grandson is calling: “whatch’ ya doin’ Nan?”

“Why are you sitting out on the road there?” and it really did gave my grandson quite a scare.

Well, we were all quite a sight to behold, I hung on with dear life and I never let go.

For if I did, away he would be! And Patrick the Great Dane would still now be free!

And though Patrick thought that he would win, the old girl showed him how wrong he had ‘bin!!

I’m sure you think this story’s not true, but of Patrick the Dane these stories are only a few.

He wasn’t invited, nor was he a joy, but somehow we fell in love with this Patrick “My Boy.”

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