Meet the New Baby

I am now fur-mommy to the most adorable puppy. He’s constantly making us laugh with his antics. Watching him discover his world is just as fun. He’s taking to potty training really quickly and since he’s teething he’s kind of fussy sometimes for no reason. But I know that will pass and at least this time around I know puppies lose baby teeth so I know what’s coming. Currently he’s flipping around all over the living room floor because he’s never had a tag on his collar and he’s not so sure about this new addition.

We went through several names before deciding on Cooper. Some names seemed so promising but with more and more personality coming forth they didn’t fit quite right.

Mr. Cooper is part sheltie and part mini American Eskimo and was born Sept 3.  He surprised us when we found that he loves to play with his adoptive sister (a 3 year old Australian Shepard) and they tucker each other out. After just one meeting I can already tell he’s going to get along just fine with her… 8 pounds of dominance in him even. He’s a handful but he’s mine and I love him.




My husband and his family own a towing company and auto repair shop. Today, before I went to school, I stopped in to get my oil changed. I walked up to see how everything was going and I found his new apprentice learning the ropes.


Chemistry Distraction

I’m being a good wife and letting Hubby sleep in since he was up all night playing Xbox live with friends working hard. Because I have a quiz in the morning and two tests a bit later in the week homework just makes sense with this quiet time. Although anyone with kids or, dare I add, dogs knows that the term “quiet time” is different than when one was a young woman living alone in a studio apartment across the hall from an Indian family with the best smelling food. Good times. Good quiet times.

Where was I? Oh yes… My little furry at-least-she-isn’t-barking-at-some-shadow-or-eating-a-textbook puppy making homework a challenge today.


He is My Squishy

This is Roscoe. He goes by many other names. He’s my Bubba, my Squishy, and also Gumby. He is a purebred Treeing Walker Coonhound. We got him from a prison dog program about nine years ago when he was about eight months old. The idea was that each prisoner (human not dog) was assigned a dog from the pound to train. The dogs lived with the inmates 24/7 and once they finished their training they were adopted out. We think Roscoe’s training just didn’t stick but he’s still a great baby. His trainer named him and what else would a dog from the slammer be named?

Tonight we got a bath. I say “we” because a lone 155 pound woman does not bathe a 100 pound dog in a bathtub and stay dry. Just doesn’t happen that way. He’s a good bather once you convince him that he needs to get in the tub.

He is an old man now and has old man problems. Stairs are a challenge as are his pesky younger sisters. He likes to sleep more now than he did when he was a puppy. But he’s still my baby boy.

He really isn’t aging well and that makes me sad. I’ll admit that I had a good cry with him tonight about it even. He just sat next to me and gave me hugs. Other dog owners will know that pups have a way to hug even if they don’t have arms. I love my Squishy.