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

Dang...off to the vet again!

Oh brother, guess where I am off to this afternoon? The Doctor office. Mom says that because I keep shaking my head and scratching at my ear that I have to see the doctor. I mean, it would have NOTHING to do with the fact that two weeks ago, I got hauled off to some roadside drive thru type of bathing dive where she ended up using this so called "organic" ear cleaner that they had which caused me to immediately break out in my ear after she used it - prompting her to dash off to the car for benadryl while I stood helplessly attached to the dog table.

So, now because I shake my head I can't go to camp! I'm not happy about that in the least. To make matters worse, she isn't even going to take me to the doctor - hmph. Instead, my dog sitter is going to take me while mom pulls an extra shift. I guess I'm costing a REAL lot of money since she got me, so she is trying hard to make ends meat...I mean meet. ;o)

Anyway, I just hope mom is overreacting! Cause I want to go to camp tomorrow. Now she wonders if I got fleas from camp - which I DID NOT. I will sign an affadavit saying so. I also grew an extra nipple since I been to camp, so now I gotta find out why that happened. It's weeeeealllly big and weallllly pink. I am thinking of getting a nipple ring if it stays that big. Might as well make good use of it right? Then again...it might hurt though. It sure did when Mommy tried to pop the dang thing. It didn't go over too well - I ran. I'm still not talking to her.

Okay, gotta go in my cwate cause Mom is getting ready to leave. I won't see her until maybe midnight tonight. :-(

Luv,
Cooper