My Patterson. She asked me last week if I knew what her house was going to look like when she grew up. I replied with "Pink?" She responded with "NO! A barn!!" Apparently, she is spot on with her dreams. Patterson belongs on a farm. She really does. Patterson needs lots and lots of open space to run free, AND SHE NEEDS A DOG TO RUN ALONG BESIDE HER.
Richard's father has several dogs (as well as horses and cats ... yes, Patterson is in sheer bliss when we visit), but the dog in this photo belongs to the tennis player from Colombia who rents their guest house. This dog is Andy, and this dog and Patterson were friends from the moment her boots hit the gravel drive ... last Thanksgiving:). The renter of the guest house, Edgar, and his wife Bebe, were at the hospital having their second daughter when we arrived.
Patterson gladly took care of Andy for them all weekend.
We don't have a dog.
We don't need one ...
but, there is one little girl who would be very happy if we did.