The Missing Puggle

Well Well...Look what the Cat dragged in.

It's Me, Cooper. I sure have had a hefty year. Filled with many happy days, and many days which made me wish I had a different home to go to. The summer was gweat. I discovered Orleans and the rest of Cape Cod, I learned how to swim in the warm water of the cape. I also learned that my poop floats in water, and while attempting to run away from it, it chases after you. This is not a joke my dear weaders. This is serious stuff.

I also learned that I love birthdays, just as much as Christmas and Thanksgiving. I got soo many pweasants from the people who love me for my very first birthday. Me and mom shared our birthday. I have to say, that although I pretended like mom got cool stuff for her birthday, the things I got were soo much better.

I learned how much more I love camp. My dumb mom has so much work and school, she doesn't have much time for me and my needs. Luckily for me, she realizes this and lets me go to camp as much as I want, and sometimes even more than I might want to.

Speaking of camp, one day this year, me and my friend Rielly were playing with a spider. We both thought it was weally cool and we wanted to catch it. I took my opportunity when it pwesented itself and Rielly was NOT happy about this. That stupid canine decided to get mad at me and bite my eye. Who bites your eye now days? Needless to say, Rielly and I are NOT on speaking terms.

I also had a traumatic event this year when I got stung by 29 bees. I came home from camp one day with lots of bumps all over me. Mom and Karen were worried, they wondered what I had gotten into. Then I went back the next day and showed the counselors where the beehive was. I figured I needed to be a man, and save all the other dogs from the attacks of the carpenter bees. A few antibiotics, and a load of steroids (which helped me bulk up) and I'm as good as new, and now i have a weputation on the play-yard as the bwavest puggle round camp.

I once again went under the knife when the Doctor said I needed to have my anal glands out. I don't know why mom allowed that dang doctor to do this as I am now left with a crazy noise coming out of my bum everytime I try to stand up in the kitchen on my back two legs.

I lost my best friend elmo. His family had to put him to bed after a long hard life. I still go and play with his human friend sometimes to remind him how special dogs are.

I got banned from traveling this summer. The dang people with delta airlines said it was too hot for puggles. That means I had to stay home, and go to more camp.

As I said, it has been a cwazy year. Full of so many things, including me, pissing mom off as often as pugglely possible. It's my calling in life. Oh, did I mention I moved? Now i get to bother Karen all the time too. Isn't my life gweat?

I am sure 2011 will have just as many supwizes for me.

Peace,

Coop.

Eggs and Oceans...

Dear Weaders...


Ok, so I love basically every single holiday in the human calendar. Weally, I get tweats every time they do something. For example, on Christmas, I got to open pwesents and I also got tweats. Then on Valentine's day, I got tweats. Today on Easter Sunday, I am grateful for Jesus Christ, because of him and all that he did, I got tweats again. This time in the form of delicious peanut butter eggs and Chickadee's



See, that's me, Cooper, eating my Chickadeee's head. It was weally yummy. Then, this afternoon, Mommy and my babysitters went to the beach where we got to play in the sun. I like to play with my mommy. She got to be the one to run with me when I felt like going to the other side of the beach to see what was happening.

But don't worry weaders, I made my mark. I made sure everyone knew Cooper was there . Let me explain...I had my babysitter (well, she thinks she is my babysitter but weally, I just upset her and get her to chase me in my house cause sometimes I get bored and need to make a human play with me. ) Anyways, one of my humans wote my name in the sand.




So let me tell you about this beach. It was weally fun to run in the sand but then sometimes I got a little scared. I didn't weally appreciate the water. Let me explain, you see, all the water I have ever met has never twied to attack me. I was simply minding my own business, chasing after my ball that mommy brought for me when suddenly, I saw the water. I figured it was pretty far off so I was safe in going after my ball. MAN, was I wrong. The silly water chased after me and twied to get my ball. Lucky for me, I'm fast. Pwobably from my extra energy from my pweviously mentioned Easter tweats. Every time I went to go look at this crazy water, It twied to attack me. A couple of times it snuck up on me when I was not paying attention. It was kinda cold.

Anyways, mommy protected me. Especially when the sun was strong she made sure my eyes were protected with my glasses.



See, I Love my mommy. I twied really hard to turn her into a puggle today so that someday I could marry her.

I'm still working on it. Anyone got some tips?

Luv,

Coop

I'm in big twouble again.

I chewed up the "replacement" Comcast toy, I mean clicker.

I can't help it. To me it is a toy. Okay, so maybe it isn't on the floor like the west of them, but then again not ALL my toys are. Let me explain...a lot of my toys end up on the counter, or in the closet Why you ask? Good question. If you were to ask my mom, she would say "Well Cooper, you can't have this one because you chewed a huge hole in it and now the stuffing is coming out," or "Cooper, NO! You can't eat that chunk of plastic you just wipped off the end of the toy."

Well weaders, it is not my fault. Mom buys cheaply made toys, AND she leaves the Comcast toy on the armchair of the sofa, or on the side table where I can weach it. Not my fault wight?

Oh, and I didn't get to share my expewiences at my intewview the other day for that other doggy daycare place that mom says has better houws on weekends. That post is for another day.

I am going to sleep now, cause I went to camp and played all day. I'm pooped.

Night-Night,
Cooper

Comcast toys bweak...

Dear weaders...

I would have posted this yesterday but mommy took away my laptop pwivleges and so now is the first time I have had to blog about wecent experiences. Have I ever told any of you (my many weaders) how much i love to chew on things? Let me explain, mommy buys me so very many great toys and I am such a lucky boy cause then she usually lets me leave them out on the couch and on the ground and then i can just plop down in front of them and start chewing on them. I just love my toys and there is one in particular that I have always loved, and for some weason, every time I start to chew on it, mommy gets very angry, even though i let her borrow it all the time and point it at the TV and everything. I don't know why she was getting so mad.

Anyways, yesterday morning, I decided to play with this toy cause mom left it on my couch last night when we went to bed. When I was found playing with it this time, the weaction i received was NOT a good one.





See, I thought I was FINALLY getting to the good part of the toy but I guess mom was pissed. She took pictures and then sent them to gwandma. I hate mom, she is such a squealer. I would pwobably leave her except for she sorta takes care of me and I still kinda do love her. I just hate that she has to squeal on me.

Anyways, if you don't hear from me, it's cause my pwivleges pwobably got taken away, cause mommy got me another new toy last night. She still points it at the tv...silly mommy, doesn't she know it is for chewing on? Anyways...it's ok weaders...i found it this afternoon...needless to say, mom got mad.

peace,

Coop

I have a confession to make...

Dear weaders-

This is a week of confessions, so I figured I better put this one out there before my mommy taddles on me. So, yes, the twuth is, I LOVE going to camp. It is so fun and also my lover Cabella is there which makes me even happier. But weally, if I had the choice to make for myself, I would pwolly have mommy come and be with me at camp all the time.

If it was legal in this state, I would pwolly wanna marry mommy instead of Cabella. Let me explain. First off, I alweady sleep with her. Tuesdays are my favorite days because mommy doesn't go to school until later in the day, so if I pwetend like I am being a good boy, mommy will let me snuggle with her in bed all morning while she does her homework so I don't have to go in the cwate. This schedule works out well for me as I am still a little tired after a day at camp on Mondays...when mommy is gone all day long and it makes me really sad.



Observe, that is me and mom in bed...well, mostly just me cause mom had to take the picture. But still...I love her soo much. Secondly, besides sleeping with mom, she feeds me. And gives me tweats when I go potty in the right pwaces. She is the bestest mommy in the world and I hate it when she goes to school or work. But she loves me so much she makes sure that my friends come over to play with me and make sure I go potty so I don't have pwoblems in my cwate.

Finally, even when I am a bad boy...which I am sorry to say is more often than not, mommy still loves me and hasn't twaded me in yet for a newer model. Pwobably because I'm so cute.

Ok weaders, now that I have this confession off my chest, it's off to bed I go. Mommy is alweady getting the bed warm for me. See, I told you she loves me!

Love,

Cooper

I'm in love...This time I weally mean it

Ok you guys, this is no joke. I fell in love today at camp and I don't care who knows it. Her name is Cabella. Isn't that a bootiful name? She is amazing. Let me explain, she is a bwack and white spwinger spaniel and she is 9 months old (I prefer older women...I'm only 8 months old). She is my equal in every single way.

We spent the day chasing after each other at camp. She made me so happy and the day went by so qwikly because I was with her. She is everything i have looked for in a woman. She is smart and full of energy. Just like me. She loves to wun and jump off of things and tackle other dogs just like i like to do.

I weally love her. I hope mom lets me marry her. She is my best fwiend. I can hardly wait till I get to see her again.



I am love sick you guys. Really I am. Post below if you have any comments on what you think I shold do. Do you think a bootiful spwinger spaniel would love me fowever?

Ok, off to dream about the true love of my life.

Peace,

Coop

Post Vet...

Well...it has been a few days. I did go to the vet, and they said I had some inflammation in my ear (still gonna blame Mom and the dwive thru dog wash on that one), so I gotta have ear dwops put in. YUCK! Don't like it at all, but it does feel good when Mom wubs my ear after she puts it in. I screamed when the Doctor did it, but kept my sights on the jar of milkbones on the counter, which got me thwough it.

As for the extwa nipple, he said it was a ... er... heck if I know, some kind of a "stoma" thing that is common in young dogs. He said it will just go away in about 6-8 weeks on it's own, unless Mom wants it surgically wemoved - which I said NO WAY to.

I got to go the park over the weekend because the weather was weally nice. I got in a little bit of twouble when I refused to come back when she called after me. I couldn't help it, there was another dog that I wanted to play with - and it didn't matter that it's owner didn't want me to. Mom tried to tackle me when I wan past her - it was funny. If I wasn't so hard to and from the dog that I wasn't suppose to go and see, I would have rolled down the hill in laughter. Finally, Mom caught me and I got my leashed thrown on me. Ugh. So, after I learned my lesson, I was let off my leash once again and ran along the sandy beach. I then started to walk in the water, and Mom thought she would be funny and throw my ball a little further into the water. I don't like water too much, but I wasn't gonna let my ball get away fwom me, so I walked over to it, and it was hard. It was hard because each time I lifted my paw I hesitated before putting it in the water, and when I had three paws in, I never let the fourth one in - in other words, I tried to get to the ball with the least amount of paws in the water. Mom said I looked funny and that it reminded of her of the day she brought me to the pet store to try some winter boots on. We won't talk about that day!

Anyway, wanted to give a shout out to my buddy CJ. *Waving* Hi CJ, thanks for commenting on my blog. I'm glad you had fun at your puppy school. Isn't it gweat to wun awound with all the other dogs? I love it! I was at camp yesterday, and had a ball. You be sure to keep reminding your mom how much you want to go to camp when you get a little bigger. It can be a little expensive, but...heck we are worth it right? Hee Hee. See ya at the fire hydrant buddy.

Luv,
Cooper