Yes my dears, I am responsible enough, that I have acquired a dog. As usual in an interesting way. A woman at my sister's work is getting a divorce, and she couldn't find anyone else who wanted the dog, and she was going to have it put to sleep. Well, you all know big ol' softie me. So I told Julie to bring him on home. His name is Cooper. I know, stupid name. I always want to say, when introducing him, " This is my dog, Cooper. He makes barrels." Of course, since I can't call anyone by their given name, I've taken to calling him " Mr. Pooper." I know, I know, one of the worst names in the world. But, it has stuck, and this is what I call him, and how I refer to him. I tried switching to a different name "Herman", but I kept forgetting to call him that.
After the initial period of hating me, he quite likes me, sleeping with me at night, and having to be on my lap at all times I am sitting. Which is where he is right now, sitting under a blanket on my lap, his head resting on my arm.
Well... I suppose.....
4 comments:
aww how cute! what happened to you naming him Coppertino?
Breanne,
Coopertino has to many sylabbles.
Can you pleeeeeease bring Mr. Pooper with next time we meet? Because I desperately want a dog (our family dog died about 6 years ago), and until that happens (which it won't, until I move into my own house, which will be never), I have to steal affection from other people's dogs. I'm like a dog junkie. I go to the pet store to get a fix....but I usually walk out feeling very depressed.
I suggest you get another dog, name her raven symone, and you have almost all of the necessary components to reenact (with dogs) one of the greatest sitcoms of our time. who didn't love "hangin' with mr. cooper"?
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