Our Best Friend

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I have to extol the glories of having a best friend in a small dog. I never imagined I’d be one of THEM. One of those people who look lovingly after every little quirk and cute look his littleness does. I am a sap and that’s all there is to it. This little mutt has endeared himself to us in ways I never dreamed possible. He lives in the house, demanding the same privileges as one of our kids, which he gets without hesitation. He gets his own place to sit, which is anywhere he wants.

Cooper learned early to beg for people food when my husband generously shared his first morsel with him. The little fellow now bounds onto C-Man’s lap with the first sight of a snack in Dad’s hand. That also means he follows me to the kitchen knowing I will inadvertently drop scraps to the floor for him to scarf up. Not on purpose mind you. If I want him to have something special the little guy gets a scrambled egg.

Most remarkable to me is how Cooper follows me all around the house. (Not because I feed him eggs either.) I get up in the night and the little guy follows me to the bathroom. Such devotion is so astounding. Especially to one of us old cat aficionados. He is hot my heels throughout the whole house.

Our bed, the parent’s bed, is also Cooper’s bed. Every evening he scrapes together a pile of covers before he settles into a tight little ball. Before that he rubs his mouth and head all over the place and pops his head up with a perfect case of bed-head. Just a funny quirk to a former cat person.

Cooper loves the out doors. He’s too small for us allow him to roam freely… hawks and other predators around the farm you know might grab him. Not to mention his innate drive to chase the chickens with a vehemence unsurpassed by any other predator on our farm. He’s always on a leash when we go out.

He loves to run…

I love those ears flopping in the breeze. You should see all that hair flowing in the air as he runs!! He’s a sight and these pictures don’t quite do him credit.

But you can get some sort of an idea.

You can get the idea how he feels about all that running. His face says it all.

This is his favorite place to be when he’s not chasing chickens and kittens. This is our daughter’s shoulder.

Of course she adores this silly little dog.

And…. to make matters worse, we have been sucked into the dog accessories world. Check this out…

He does a perfect model stance, don’t you think? This piece of apparel is needed should the thick fluff of hair he has be too thin to keep the cold off his back. Or should it be raining so hard he might get soaked when he steps out for a sec, because it only takes a second when the weather is inclement.

We have totally bought into having an inside pet. How can such an endearing creature not give you solace and joy? How can he not wrap you around his little paw?

Oh. My. Gosh. He’s just too much.

I’d love to hear about your favorite creature, large or small. Who makes you all mushy inside and give you so much in return? Let me know.

Love,
Jeannene

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