Cooper’s Version

I’m Cooper. I’m a dog and I’m famously featured on the Dog Dish Store Website. I live with a crazy family who, quite frankly, give me a headache. Each day starts with hoping they remember to let me outside to use the facilities. Once I’m outside, I start praying they remember to let me back in. On days the temperature is below zero, I try to stand in the door threshold while aiming down the front steps.

The kids run around like dogs chasing a cat. It’s noisy, but it is during this time that something usually gets spilled on the floor. I love food spills.

Now, with a baby around the house, I can usually finagle food out of her meaty paws. Most days she thinks it is fun to share food with me. I give her lots of attention in exchange for food.

I love a fresh drink of water from my bowl or the toilet, whichever is handier. By the time I eat my first bowl of dog food, the chaos has subsided to a dull roar. However, lately the baby has wanted to share my food. GREAT! As if the humans don’t already have the best food, now they have to be interested in eating mine? I have patience, so I stand aside until the baby loses interest or her mom shrieks in an ear piercing decibel to put down my food, followed by “Yucky! That is very yucky. Don’t touch.” Hey! That’s my food you are referring to. If it’s so “yucky” why do I have to….Never mind.

The rest of my day is spent carrying baby toys around the house, the plastic fish in particular. I love that one. It’s so squishy and fun. Anyway, I also lay in the green recliner for a while, then on the couch in the living room. When I get bored I like to run upstairs and look out the window to see if I can spot any neighborhood dogs taking a leak on my property. Unfortunately, the baby discovered the stairs not so long ago and there is an aggravating gate blocking my way up the stairs.

I rarely bark, except if there’s no reason what-so-ever. It leaves my owners utterly confused, so I try to bark randomly. Oh, and I have this obsessive compulsive tendency to grab whatever is closest to me and stuff it in my mouth when the doorbell rings. Go figure. Anything works. A shoe. A stuffed animal. A mitten. I just can’t help it, but I do drop it immediately when reminded by my owners that I’m doing it again.

Likes:
Rolling in something smelly after being groomed, dogs named Griffin, kids with anything sticky on their fingers, running with muddy paws over freshly washed floors. My cousin Ruppert when he’s being funny; see a great Ruppert photo here on Dog Dish Store Website.

Dislikes:
Enduring the shock of the invisible fence to get home after I’ve chosen to go out carousing, wearing the dumb lampshade looking contraption that prevents me from biting infections, my cousin Ruppert when he’s all moody, getting blamed for passing gas when it was one of the humans.