The Adventures of Harley the Hotdog and His Friends

Mildred M. Patterson

Description

The Adventures of Harley the Hotdog is about friendship, working together, and childhood social issues and behaviors. It’s about a child who can stand up for himself and find his voice. Mildred M. Patterson has created a series of books from six magical characters that youth, children, and adults will be able to relate to. You will be able to sit around, laugh, and have real conversations with your kids about some social and emotional behaviors and issues that our youth face today on a day-to-day basis. Some of the stories will make you laugh, and some will make you cry, but all the stories will help you, the reader, find your voice.

Sujets

• Fiction Jeunesse
• Juvenilee Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 29 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543469400
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Copyright © 2019 by Mildred M. Patterson. 771027

ISBN:

Softcover

978-1-5434-6939-4

EBook

978-1-5434-6940-0

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.



Rev. date: 08/25/2022

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Dedications/Salutations/Thank- Yous from the Author
I, Mildred M. Patterson, being of sound mind, dedicate my first book to my Lord God. Thank you for always watching over me. Continue to lead and guide me. To #MyRay, my bae, my boo, my man, my boyfriend, my king, the man that is my life, you love me like no other man ever has. You love me for me. You see me. You make me feel like I’m the only woman you are interested in. That is why I love you, and I am deeply in love with you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for being interested every time I talk about my dreams, and you believe in me so much I feel and know I can accomplish them. With you being so macho at times, you do have a side that you expose only to me. I love you. I am your Lady Nuna. I am your childhood friend. I am your lover. I am your best friend. I am your woman. I am your queen. And you let that be known with no hesitation.
I would like to say thank you to my namesake and the woman that raised me, Mrs. Mildred L. Sanderson, who was married to Reverend Josher Sanderson. They were my grandparents. They were the parents of my mother, Bamar Sanderson. Rest peacefully to you all. I want to thank my grandparents for having my mother, who had me. Had it not been for them, there would not have been a me. I thank my grandfather for always giving me money and for those rolls of quarters he had sitting on his dresser.
I thank my mother, Bamar Sanderson, who married my father, Roosevelt Patterson, for giving my dad a chance and having me. Both of their birthdays were on December 25, which I believe it was meant for me to be born. One regret that I have is the fact that I never got to meet my mother, Bamar. I wonder what her mannerisms were, how she laughed, what she smelled like. I wish I could go back in time. I don’t know if I picked up any of her ways/habits. I was five days old when she died.
Thank you, Roosevelt, for taking me to Big Louise as a kid. Yes, I was a fat kid (LOL LOL LOL), but it was time you spent with me, and it was our time together. I miss you, Dad. One day I’ll see y’all’s faces again; I hope so.
To Mrs. Mildred L. Sanderson, my grandmother/mother when my birth mother passed away, my Moma; Mrs. Mildred, thank you, thank you, thank you, for being my protector and my namesake. Before my mother passed away, she told my grandmother she was going to name me Mildred after her. That was one of the gifts she left me before she died. Mrs. Mildred, my grandmother, you took great care of me excellently. I was your baby, and I was spoiled.
I truly got whatever I wanted. While getting me whatever I wanted, you let me know that I still will have to work hard for what I need and want.
To my other relatives that have gone on to glory. Putten, Tushon, Dallas, Freddie, Ricky, Annie, and so many more that I won’t name, my salutations to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you more in your absence. I wish I could call and see you right now. As I write this, I am thinking that and tearing up at the same time.
Putten, you were my protector, my laugh box; you played too much, and yet what I wouldn’t give to see you and hear you again. I love you, my sister. I will forever miss you.
Tushon, my nephew, my sister’s firstborn, my first baby, I miss you. You were truly one of a kind. You loved some of your aunties, and I loved you. You would do whatever you could for me, and I really appreciated that. I wish you were here so I could see you loving LeeLee, so I could see your spades game again, and so I could wonder who was in my kitchen making something to eat at 2:00 a.m.
Freddie, my big brother, I miss you. I miss your knowledge. I miss you calling me Michele. I miss you getting your meal and a cold beer. I miss your conversations about life and the Bengals. I’m sure the ladies miss you because you were smooth with them. Freddie Red, I love you, big bro.
Ricky, I can see your face now staring at me, then busting out laughing or smiling real hard. You were funny, weird, and crazy. But I loved you for being you. I miss your burping and busting out farting and saying that it was me. (LOL LOL.)
Annie Sanderson, my aunt by marriage. You were much more than that. I miss you right now as I speak. You were always inspiring to me; you let me know that anything was possible. I miss you and your spirit. I miss your style and your flair. You were more than an in-law. I think you would absolutely love my bald head even though you used to do my hair.
Baby Dallas, I saved you for last, baby girl. I am truly sorry for your life being over too soon. I wish I personally could have prevented this from taking place. I really wish I could change the outcome of this, and I deeply miss you I can barely write this, but I want to say that I am sorry, honey. I wish I could have saved you, baby. If there is indeed a place called heaven, I hope you are sitting pretty and at the right hand of God with nothing but happiness around you and candy and bubbles everywhere. I hurt for the loss of you daily.
Big Al, I love you, my doggie. I miss you. I often wonder where you could be. I still look at other dogs and think about you. I know some would say I shouldn’t be so emotional about a pet,
but you were my family. I miss my Shih Tzu poodle, Big Al. He was in my life for over fifteen years, and he was truly family. I love you. I hope if someone indeed has you that they are taking excellent care of you. I miss coming home to you. I miss you running around our apartment like you were in a field of grass. I miss telling you to get out of the kitchen. I miss you hitting my leg because you wanted to go outside. I miss you scratching the door to get in the house. I miss you. For some, we love our pets more than we love some people. My Big Al-Z, Wow-Z. I will forever love you and look for you. I’m sorry, Big Al. I’m sorry, baby.
For the rest of my family, friends, and my community, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you to Yaya and Lamont, Millie and the kids, Boo-Boo, Bug, Bean, Ced and Kota, Lee-Lee, Jamie/Jay and family, Ann and Eugene, Lil’bit, Betty, Nick (Roz) and the boys Larry and Be-Be, Necy, James, Lil J and Jermaine/JaRiyah, Y. D. Anthony (my uncle Peahead/kids), my uncle June (Audrey), Derrick, Tammy (Ashley and kids), and Rodney (kids).
Yaya, thank you so much for loving me as your baby sister. You, in a lot of ways, have been a special sister/mom, even helping Moma when we were much younger. You have always been that extra help for me. You have always had my best interests at heart; thank you for that. Thank you, big sis. I love you dearly even when we don’t see eye to eye. I know your heart is with and for me. I love you, LaTanya Patterson. Thank you Lamont for being right by her side thanks brother-in- law.
To Boo-Boo (Nyshon) I love you nephew, you are very smart, handsome, and helpful I hope you grow up to be a successful young man.
To Bug (Jeron) My B-Ball star, you are going to the NBA. You are a very smart young man always have been.
To Bean (Kieontae) my Bean I love you, you are always happy to see me, and you love on me, keep that love in your heart, but be watchful of people. Bean always ask me about my book and the plans I have that means a lot to me. Over the years I have shared a lot with them because they are youth and the book is for them and other young people.
To Kota: Dakota, hey nephew you have seen a lot already in young life, to last a lifetime. I am asking God to put a special covering over you and your dad. I want you to continue to grow within yourself, and on that B-ball court. I love you dearly and I know you are going to grow up to be a great young man.
To Millie (my big niece), thank you, niecey poo. You were the first niece I could spoil. Over the years we have gotten closer, and I still have your back like I know you got mine. I miss my sister, your mother, deeply.
You have a lot of her ways and her silliness and humor. For sure, when I am down I can call you, and we will get some good laughs about life’s challenges or whatever. I love you, and I am proud of the woman you are becoming and growing into.
To my nephews and the young men in my family, y’all know I love you deeply. When we get together, it’s nothing but love and laughs. We like to goof around and cap.
To my nephew Ced, I am so proud of the man you have become. I remember you were quite a handful when you were much, much younger, but you are truly a wonderful young man. I am so sorry about some of the battles life has thrown you, but you are truly a king and a great young man and individual. I hope everything that has been destroyed in your life is restored in Jesus Christ’s mighty name.
Lee-Lee, like you, I entered this world with the absence of a parent. And just like me, you will make it, young lady. Tushon was your dad and my nephew. I am going to make sure you are always good; I know you’ll make some mistakes, but I will do my part for you. I love you, young lady. . . Ja’liyah Rose.
Jamie, you came in my life late, but, baby, I am glad you are here. I know we don’t see each other often, but when I see you, I am happy because you look just like my brother, down to your smile and your walk.
Ann, I love you, auntie. You are a woman that I hav