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Welcome to The Levi and Cooper Chronicles. I'm the 'Cooper' and my baby brother is the 'Levi.' We're not siblings in the literal sense of the word. He's a miniature schnauzer and I'm a miniature poodle but our differences go far beyond our breed. You see, I'm the famous angel dog who blogs from the Rainbow Bridge. Well, not famous down on earth but up here in doggie heaven all canines get to do whatever we like and I like blogging. We dogaroons up here can also gaze down through the magic water under the bridge and keep tabs on our humans. Isn't that cool! After I discovered the magic water, I decided that little Levi---who got adopted into the family shortly after my departure from earth---could use a guardian angel. When he blogs he types in pink and when I put my two cents worth in I type in blue.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My Sock Fetish

My mom is fond of quoting an old Ann Landers column that goes something like this: "Old people talk about the past because they have no future and young people talk about the future because they have no past." That must be true for canines, too, because the older I get the more I think about the past and how I got started doing some of the things I do.

For example, I've had a sock fetish for as far back as I can remember. It started when I was a wee little tyke. I was lightening fast and could snatch a sock out of my mom's hand when she'd be trying to put it on. Nothing got my heart going better in the morning than a good run through the house with mom close on my tail. Over the years she got better at 'defensive sock applications' so I got better at finding them at night when she'd take them off. I'd drag them off while she was sleeping and hide them in the couch cushions or under my bed and a few times I even managed to sneak them outside. I did the same with Dad's socks whenever I could.

Now that I'm an old guy with slower reactions I've finally managed to get my mom trained to just throw me her socks when she takes them off. She knows I don't have the strength anymore to go looking for them in her shoes or the laundry basket. Now, I catch them and run off with Dad laughing as I make my great escape.

The oddest thing about my sock fetish, though, is something I don't understand. I hear my dad and mom talk glowingly about how smart I am that I quit snatching Dad's socks when he started using a wheelchair. Why do I get praised for that? Do they think I'm the type of dog who could be a sadistic bastard and make Dad roll all over the house looking for socks that I've hidden? If I live to be twenty, I'll never figure humans out.

Mom and Dad left me alone a lot this week while they hung around the hospital getting Dad's heart check out. I don't know why they just don't use my veterinary. She's closer to home and what took mom and dad two days to accomplish, my vet did for me in an hour and a half. The bottom line is our tickers are wearing out. Dad's not on prescription food or had an accident on the carpeting yet so I guess my heart and kidneys must be a little worse than his. But the biggest reason I think I'm in worse shape than dad is the fact that I've caught Mom looking at rescue puppies on the internet, but I haven't caught her looking for rescue husbands yet. Things like that can't help but scare me, so instead of thinking about the future I day-dream about my happy past. ©
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7 comments:

Emma the Golden Girl said...

and the Canine Kids said,
Cooper, you are so amazing and wonderful.
We are so sorry to hear about the health problems both you and your Dad have.
You are so gentle and kind and considerate too.
We totally understand why you love socks.
Thanks for sharing your life with us through your blog.

happy said...

What an interesting life you have, Cooper. Socks are pretty fascinating, aren't they?

Mr. T-Bone Beasley said...

Cooper!
I always enjoy hearing about how cute I am...I got a nice toothy grin when I read your kind words! I hope you and your Human get better soon, I don't want either of you to feel icky!

Find a good smelly sock and have a good chew for me!

Slurp!
Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Aubrey Jones said...

Cooper,

I saw that you’d dropped by my blog. I hope you’ll visit again.

I got to visit the ‘country’ over the weekend so I’ll be adding a new adventure later today.

I'd certainly appreciate a link from your blog. We dogs have to stick together. By the way, I just added you to my links! Hope it brings some new friends your way.

Max
Max the Golden Retriever
My Golden Retriever Gifts

Opy - the Original GruffPuppy said...

hey buddy,

welcome to www.dogswithblogs.com.au - it is great to meet you and i am sure you will make lots of new friends here :-)

love
opy

BookingAlong said...

Cooper,
You've stolen my heart. We know of a dog who just had hip replacement surgery. Isn't that amazing? Also, our son has a job this summer walking a dog and playing with it. Any advice you have about that would be most welcomed :)

Tina Molly Lang said...

Hey Cooper, Sorry to hear about your health problems. I wouldn't take it to heart that Mom was looking for rescue dogs. Maybe she just wanted you to have some company! :)