Saint Patrick’s Day or the Feast of Saint Patrick is a cultural and religious holiday celebrated on 17 March and is named after Saint Patrick; the most commonly recognized of the patron saints of Ireland. It’s a day Christians attend church services and the Lenten restrictions of fasting and penitence in preparation for Easter are lifted for the day.
My mom is Irish, but then again, isn’t everyone on St. Patrick’s Day; the day everyone and everything takes on somewhat of a green hue. In my town, even the court square fountain water is dyed green. So I knew it was inevitable; true to tradition, mom would most surely come up with something green for me to wear today.
If someone had told me that I would become the parent of a bouncing, four-pound baby girl at my ripe old age, I would have said they are one sandwich short of a picnic. Now that I have sparked your curiosity, I’m talking about being the parent of a four-legged K-9 commonly referred to as a DOG. My habitat is now home to a six week old rescue. She is a Great Pyrenees/ Border Collie mix that I could not bear to see go to a shelter. After the vet identified her as part Great Pyrenees, I Googled the breed. My first thought, after I picked myself up off the floor, was why could I not have rescued a Chihuahua rather than a dog that has the potential to weigh far more than the cat and I combined.