I don’t know what the heck happened to me over the last week but I went from my peaceful country life to downtown Atlanta. Whew! What’s with all the loud noises (sirens) and people and dogs everywhere? I’m walking or hopping along the sidewalk and scooters go by with people laughing and talking (they’re loud!). What happened to my life?
You’d think I could go inside and it would be peaceful and fun, but there is this long thing in there that definitely doesn’t want to play with me. I’d like to get close to him and have some fun. I don’t understand that nasty noise coming out of the long thing’s mouth (my new mom calls it a cat and says it’s hissing). I lost a big fight with the long thing today. I guess I might have to steer clear of him and stop barking when he comes into view. I think he rules the house. Now it seems he’s my boss and he doesn’t even give me treats for behaving. Mom calls him Whiskers, but he says he’s King of the house. I’ll just call him King.
There are so many things to check out in such a small home. Luckily, I’ve got more than just toys and balls. I’ve also discovered toilet paper. I just pull and it keeps coming and coming and coming. For some reason this wonderful soft paper is no longer hanging at my height. I can still see it but can no longer reach it. I need to get taller.
What’s with the school? I’ve been here only a few days and already I’m going to class. Mom calls it “Puppy Training.” She wants me to follow her directions and I do go along with it because I get treats. I hope this treat stuff doesn’t stop. She really needs to work out something with the King so he knows to reward me for leaving him alone.
Everyone thinks I’m soooooo cute. Maybe that should be my name.
I was barking at two young men doing wheelies on their bicycles the other night. Both men took a few minutes to stop and pet me. Realizing I am new here they said, “Cooper, welcome to Atlanta!” I think I’m going to fit right in.