Officially, his name is Captain von Cooperstown (yes, we are a bit dramatic), but he answers to a combination of Coop, Cooper, Coop-nasty, Coopy Baby, Coopy-ove and Coop-a-loop. Yes, in just a few short months, I've gone from a person who has never even wanted to pet an animal to a bonafide crazy dog lady.
Cooper is kind, lovable, smart, and... incredibly destructive.
Exhibit1: Eating a Christmas Present (he was a repeat offender)
Exhibit 2: Typical scene in our mudroom when I arrive home from work:
I am allergic to dogs and had the bright idea of getting a small, low-key, hypoallergenic dog. As you can see, my idea didn't get too far, since I'm currently living with 60-lb pup who's breed is on the list of top 10 most energetic in the world. Needless to say, our lives have changed quite a bit lately. I love this dog, but boy do I hate having to hide all of my belongings from his wrath. Just this week, he's destroyed 2 chairs, my favorite black patent heels, the hub's dress pants, my running shoes, 3 rolls of toilet paper, and managed to chew a hole in my foyer rug. He needs an intervention.
Next week, Coopy is headed to doggie boarding school for Obedience School Boot Camp for a month! Hallelujah! I'm hoping he comes back his sweet, lovable self, but with some sense knocked into him. We will undoubtedly miss him, but I would be lying if I didn't say I'm looking forward to a break from a house full of puppy.
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