People often ask me about my dog Patrick because when we are talking on the phone they can hear him barking in the background. Actually he is pretty quiet most of the time but he does get excited when the mailman comes or if he sees another dog in the neighborhood.
Patrick joined our family on Saint Patrick’s Day of 2000 and that is how he got his name. He was originally my daughter’s dog but now she is away at college so Patrick stays with me.
Patrick is a cock-a-poo which means that he is half cocker spaniel and half poodle. He is a great little dog and I love walking him through the forests and along the beaches. The only problem is that because of his woolly coat he is a burr-magnet. I often end up spending more time picking the burrs out of his coat than I spent walking him.
He gets along great with the 3 cats living here: My cat is Ollie, my son’s cat is Shadow and I inherited my father’s cat Spicy Sam. (We also have a box turtle but my daughter took it to college with her.) Usually Patrick and the 3 cats will spend the day sleeping together on the futon in my office, watching me while I work. They are good company.