Me & The King

I can be on the couch as long as I keep to my side!

When I first came home I told you about the long, black thing in our house that Mommy says is a cat named Whiskers.  Whiskers let me know right away he is “The King” and I should just refer to him as King. The King spent 2 weeks hissing and batting at me.  I follow him around and he turns, hisses and then chases me away.  Is he playing?  Is he mad? I don’t understand the noise he’s making.  He might be speaking a foreign language.  He’s definitely not barking!

I just got big enough to jump on the couch!  It was a real accomplishment for me.  I tried and tried but never could make it, until now.  The problem is The King is on the couch a lot (he’s very lazy!).  Would he let me up there with him?  

Turns out I’m safe as long as I hug the side.  I can do that!  Look at me on the couch!

Love from Cooper!

Shoes, shoes & More Shoes

The shoes are all in the wrong place.  It appears it’s up to me to rectify the situation.  This is a lot of work.  I can only take one shoe at a time.  

I found this tall shoe organizer filled with shoes, many of them at just my height.  I decided to spread them out with a few in each room. Little did I know Mommy would pick them up and put them back in the organizer.  What’s with that?  I had some in the living room, some in the kitchen, and the slippers in the bathroom. Sometimes Mommy picks them up and now there are shoes on the kitchen table (yuk!), on top of the printer, and on the bathroom counter.  I work at this everyday to keep them out of the organizer.

So many shoes, so little time.

Love from Cooper!

P.S.  Mommy was trying to teach me how to add music to my video but she’s not very skilled.  She said we could add the beginning of Superfly to my video on iMovie and it should be easy peasy.  It wasn’t! I think I have to get a better computer teacher!

What to Read?

Reading is so important!

My PetSmart Puppy Training class was postponed so with my extra time I thought I’d do a little reading. Now I just have to decide on a book. What should I read?  Do I go with a cookbook, check out a book on St. Louis, or read about collectibles?  As you can see I finally decided to pull out the Atlanta Dining Guide.  I assume this is a doggie dining guide because what other kind would there be?  Now I’ll just have to decide on a restaurant!

Love from Cooper!

Hello from Cooper!

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.