Cooper the Bomb

Okay. So in case anyone was wondering, Cooper is the BOMB! He is by far the happiest creature I have ever met: always smiling, always nose sniffing something so loudly that you can hear him in another room. And then you hear a crunch - and go running to see whether it is a chew toy or a Christmas ornament. Since the apple spray, it's thanksfully not been the furniture or my children. Or the 6 pieces of bread sitting on the counter this morning that was half-made into sandwiches for my son's lunch. I left the counter for a HEARTBEAT! Turned around when I heard this intermittent vacuum exactly three times. By the time I realized what had happened it was too late! My first pass at Zeke's lunch - denied! Then he looks at me, smiles, and runs to his crate to sit down and wag his tail. Thump. Thump. Thump. Sheepish grin. "Can I come back out now?" or: "Mind if I burp?" LOL. But he is just so HAPPY that his energy is infectious. Seriously. This guy chases his tail: yes, chases his tail - it's hilarious! And he's still such a puppy at 23 months that he actually sprawls into quarters when he falls outside; and he has this superdog pose where his hind legs are stretched straight out behind him. Physically, how can he do that?!? It's hilarious! And he's so happy to be with his people ... he's awesome. Coop's actually taught Sabu a few things too - but good things: like how to chew a bone, for instance. Sabu's teeth (and his breath, incidentally) were noxious before Coop. I tried everything including brushing and nothing other than the every other year visit to the vet for a dental cleaning worked to get his teeth clean. Then Came Cooper. Who taught Sabu how to covet one's bones - and then to chew on them while lying nose to nose to your buddy. The buddy that you JUST conned into a game of ear chewing - just long enough to overtake the prime spot on the doggie bed next to mom. Do you know what is the best thing about Cooper? He lets the kids open his mouth to get out whatever it is he has stolen from them or the Christmas tree: without a rumble or any real resistance. Worth his weight in gold, out Frat Boy. But I ramble. And it's WAY past time for bed. Sweet dreams of sugarplums, everyone!