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Cooper Comes Home



 

The unconditional love we receive from our dogs is indescribable. Friends may come and go. Days can be good or bad. Our moods can go up and down. We have bad hair days and gain a few pounds. There are days that we know we are not behaving our best. To our pups, it just doesn’t matter. They only see the best in us, and through them we can often see the good where otherwise it might be hard to find. This far makes up for the heartache we know we will have when their time with us is up. We realize that this is the price we must pay for being so lucky to love a dog so much. It’s how we find it possible to open our hearts to another one. At the age of twelve, we lost Charlie to cancer. We searched on www.petfinder.com to see if we could find that pup that was meant to be our next family member. 

 

Five days later again, we adopted Cooper, a mix of Pit Bull, Rottweiler, and a splash of Golden Retriever. Again, not to replace, but to refocus and to honor Charlie. Cooper keeps us on our toes as he is a crazy young dog- full of energy and a true member of our family. He’s definitely a Mama’s boy, as he follows me around everywhere. He gives the absolute best snuggles. He has to be involved in all hugs in the house. Two people cannot hug within his view without Cooper happily joining in. What a love. I only wish all dogs could know the love that our dogs have known. 

 

We aren’t sure what his pre-rescue experience was, only that he was found on the streets in Mississippi. He is terrified of cardboard boxes, paper bags, and garbage bags. Perhaps he was found in a dumpster like Chili, our first dog (see November 2020 post below). Who knows. What I do know is he now feels safe and loved. The way he stretches out comfortably, belly-up and exposed, wherever he wants (he especially loves the pillows on our beds…). Cooper knows he is just where he belongs. 

 

The kids have given him many nicknames. Cooper the Schmooper,  Schmooper McSchmoopy Face, Coop the Schmoop. My least favorites are: Cooper the Super Pooper, Pooper, or just plain Poop.  I guess we could have seen this coming with a name like Cooper, and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He just loves the attention.

 

Hopefully our journey together will be a long one. And hopefully soon he will stop chewing on all of our furniture and our stairs!!


January 2021


www.cooperthedog.com 

 

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