Dillan, the “Prince” (his friends call him Mr. B)

The boy’s name Dillan \d(il)-lan\, also used as girl’s name Dillan, is a variant of Dillon (Irish, Gaelic) and Dylan (Welsh), and the meaning of Dillan is “like a lion; loyal; son of the sea”. Meaning: Its source is a Welsh expression meaning “Son of the sea.”Dillan was (what we thought over 4 years ago) a dog.

Not just a normal dog…but a Maltipoo…a tiny little white dog. What we did not know at the time..is that this “Dillan” or “Dilly” "Dilly Billy" or “Dill-man”…was indeed a true Prince. Dillan understands english very, very well. However he has selective hearing. “What papa?”…”What did you say?”

Dilly and I have spent some great time together recently….what a joy to be around! Dillan ‘the Prince.’Popularity: The name Dillan ranked 689th in popularity for males of all ages in a sample of 2000-2007 Social Security Administration statistics.

Dillan thought his last name was "Billy" because he was called "Dilly Billy" so often...now that he is an adult...he prefers "Mr. B"------Once upon a time many, many years ago…a mighty King had an only son whom he loved very much….But one day the Prince did a very silly thing and rebelled against his father, so the King banished his son from his palace and handed him over….to a cruel slave-people who dwelled in the depths of a valley in one of the countries of his kingdom and so said the King to them:“

See, I have placed my son in your hands to enslave him to do with him whatever you please until the day that I shall remember him….to return him from his exile and this shall be the sign to you: A burning torch I shall place in my window….overlooking your valley where it shall constantly burn….and when the day comes that my son lifts up his soul in regret and yearning toward my palace on the hilltop and attaches an imploring look to the glow in my window –on that day, the days of his enslavement shall come to an end and he shall be set free.”

The Prince was put in chains and taken down to the valley to the slave quarters and his enslavers said to each other: “Let us outwit the Prince, lest he lift his eyes and gaze upon the light of the palace and be redeemed.” So they oppressed him with their labors and made bitter his life –until the profusion of toil and shortness of spirit made him forget his father’s house….and the sign of his redemption, the enslavers of the Prince further plotted.

They contrived to build high walls and to plant a thick forest to interpose between the Prince and the window of his father’s palace….But no one knew that if the captive Prince would only raise one yearning look the walls would fall away, the forest would disappear, and the light of his redemption would be glowingly revealed…but the toil of his heart bowed the soul of the Prince to the dust and his eyes remained glued to the ground…when will the Prince muster the strength and lift up his gaze toward his ray of redemption?”

And the Prince said to the King, ” Papa…it’s time to get up” (As he kissed me awake from my sleep around 5 AM)……”I need to go, Papa!” “Wake up.”