Welcome to the world little Cooper! My sister adopted this ten week old dauchund, which after three days of no-name was christened Cooper (a.k.a. Cooper the Pooper) after other choices of Checkers (Think Richard Nixon & Bribes) Duditz, Retard, Spas and Asswipe. I think he should be happy with Cooper the Pooper. Plus we can’t change his name now… we engraved it on a little tag for his collar. This past Sunday, our family went all nuts meeting the little puppy, and lets just say my big puppy was not very happy to have the critter in the house. Cocoa actually took it better than we expected she might, and all in all ignored it when she wasn’t going down on the boy. Yup… the gross and upfront… but dogs are dogs, and they sniff and lick and its their nature… Anyhoo, funny side story about Cooper today…. he apparently earned his name Cooper the Pooper when my sister left him in the bathroom while she went to work. Well, he pooped his ass empty today. And he got it everywhere, inside the tub, in the toilet, on the toilet, all over the floor, on the cabinets, and even in the sink… apparently Cooper is a Jumper and made it all over the place. When Kat’s boyfriend got home, he went to let Cooper out, and seeing the mess, closed the door, left a message on my sister’s phone saying “I’m going back to work. Remember, he’s your dog.” and left. I can’t blame him… I would have done the same exact thing. *g*
Anyways, I also have a couple pictures of Cooper the Pooper… he’s about seven inches off the ground, and weighs about seven pounds too… he’s precious when his bowels aren’t overactive!
Do you dare IM Me?::
Silly (but then again I have off tomorrow!! WEEEEE!)
What I am going deaf listening to::
Beyond the Sea ~ Bobby Darin
