I graduated from PetSmart Puppy Training Beginner class on Sunday. Plus, I turned 6 months old the same day. Mommy bought me a special treat so I guess I did really good. Not only did I learn my lessons but I also learned to shake hands. OK, I know my face might look a little dirty, but I was outside getting into some really good stuff before class. Life is good!
What is over this huge ledge? I’ve reached the edge of the world. Mommy is standing lower than me. I think she’s dropping into the abyss. I can’t go over the ledge, I won’t. Let me just lay down. I won’t move. Not for anything. Not for treats. Not for the clicker. I’m not moving.
People are going by. Some are stopping and saying, “You can do it, Cooper!” I will not move. Look at that ledge. Mommy is saying silly things. She says the earth isn’t flat. She’s asking if I’m a member of the Flat Earth Society. I’m not a member of anything, but if there is a Flat Earth Society I think I’ll join. I bet they don’t go down steps.
Mommy keeps trying. She dangles the treat but I only get it if I go over the ledge. I’m NOT moving. After a half an hour she finally gives up and says we’ll try again tomorrow. She picks me up and carries me down the stairs. Success! Today it is good I’m not a German Shepherd!
Love from Cooper!
P.S. Mommy and I went back to the stairs again the next day. Do you know how easy it is to go down stairs. I’m a pro at it. I guess the world isn’t flat!
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.