WILSON!!!!

So my “pack leader” took me to the lighthouse this weekend. Yup, you know the one, I’ve talked about it before (see murder). Well what started out as a nice morning for me turned fast. My ‘Mom’ was ‘playing’ with me and throwing my ball. Sounds harmless, right. Before I go on, I need to tell you I love my tennis balls. Not any tennis balls, I am brand loyal. I like the air bud squeaky balls. They are just the right amount of chewy and bouncy. You can throw one into a pile of like a hundred, and I KNOW which one is mine. OK, so I can continue now. Well my Mom was throwing the ball, and Whoosh- yup that was the sound of the ball as it went over the sea wall. I ran to the edge and it looked, so close. I thought maybe I can jump and get it. I looked back at my Mom, and then the water and I got too scared to jump. I am so upset at myself. There was my best friend bobbing up and down, just out of reach. My Mom came to look at it and didn’t do ANYTHING. “Sorry Cooper”. What!! Sorry!! WTF. She just kept walking, I walked along the seawall, and watched, helpless. When we were about to leave I ran to the seawall one more time. I just stared. “WILSON!!! “. I watched as he drifted further away. What I want to know is how the HELL do you throw a ball that far off course. Seriously, how?

Thanksgiving with my Abuelita

My Grandma is from Chile so I call her my Abuelita. She has been in this country for 40 years, but sounds like she just got off the plane. My mom says her English is actually getting worse. I think she’s funny, because she messes up colloquialisms and common language like me. We drove all the way to her house for Thanksgiving dinner. I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen but it was OK, because when they were cleaning up, they made me a hot dish. It was goo-ood. My Abuelita asked if it was OK if she put the black meat in my dinner, and my Mom and Dad just laughed. I didn’t get it, what’s the difference between dark meat and black meat anyway, apparently none when you’re ESL. Then there was a small incident where I MAY have accidentally bumped into Abuelita and POSSIBLY stepped on her bare foot with my talon like toenails. Abuelita screamed and said that I ‘trew’ her away. I don’t even know what that means! My Mom explained that what she is saying is that I “threw” her away, which means that I bumped into her and almost knocked her over. Spanish must be really hard to learn if you need two translations for it.

Uhmm, that is NOT a tick!

Well I made it to Rhode Island. It was off the hook. I had NO idea where we were going, and a couple of hours later, we arrived at this seemingly wooded area. I got out to do my business and then there she was, Gracie. The most beautiful Rottweiler I had ever seen. She was big and muscular, and playful! Well we played for a few minutes and then her parents put her inside their house and brought out, Greta, I think it was her Grandma. Greta was nice and a little old. They both introduced me to their backyard. It is the holy grail of backyards, so I assume since I don’t have one (reference living in downtown Salem). It was huge! So we ran and played, and you know what- they have the ocean in their backyard too, seriously, it's off the HOOK. Later that night, minding my own business, their Mom told Rosanna she thought she saw a tick on me, on my belly. So my Mom sort of lifted me up, and their Mom (Ms. J) showed her by pointing at it. Rosanna told her, she thought it was OK. Well Ms. J insisted, said ticks are really bad there and looked again, this time she touched it…
YUP…it was not a tick… it was my Wee Wee, I am not sure if I am more mortified that she touched me where my bathing suit covers, OR that she thought my Wee Wee was a tick. My Mom said she didn't know because she has girl dogs- WHATEVER! I feel dirty.

(The original post for this entry was June 19th, 2009-before we came to Blogspot. Since then Greta has passed and lives strong in our memory, always a part of our extended dog family, waiting for us at the rainbow bridge)

I'm a person of interest in an ongoing investigation

It’s been pretty intense for me lately. I was coming home from an afternoon walk with my Mom and Dad, and we were just about to cross the street when BAM, we look up and we see this car in the intersection, and body flying- no kidding! Anyway my Mom started screaming and my Dad went running- I guess he was scared. Well my Dad sat next to the lady, and my Mom was on the phone and then the police and the firemen and an ambulance came. I was trying to run up to the cop to tell him I saw the WHOLE thing, but he just wanted me to cross the street safely. My Dad said he thought the lady was speaking Russian. Now let me tell you something, I live in Salem and I see some crazy stuff. I think she was speaking in tongues and the car was a hit. They hung and pressed people here before for doing stuff like that. Well if that wasn’t enough it was another walk out to the lighthouse that started it all. I go there a lot in the morning; it’s like one of my favorite places. When we got there, one of the other local Dads was bringing his dog back up the pier. He was picking up trash too. He stopped an talked to my Dad about how it looked like there had been quite a party out there, I hoped he didn’t pick up all the trash, sometimes they leave some good scraps! Well it was a pretty normal walk, and then my Dad noticed an ID, and he picked it up, I was so embarrassed, I did not want people to think we were picking up trash like that other fool. Anyway, it was some lady’s license, and my Dad said “Well that probably explains the empty jug of wine”. Later that morning, they found a body- I thought it smelled funny down there. My Dad called the police to tell them about the license, and they came and asked him some questions about what he saw and when he found it, I was there the whole time. So now, I witnessed a hit, first on scene, and I am involved in a MURDER investigation. Yup pretty big week, crazy things happen in Salem.

Just another Sunday at the Park.

It rained last weekend…hard! Every time I went outside, I had to wear my coat. And even with my coat I have to get towel dried when I get home. My Mom says it’s because I share the couch, and the coat doesn’t protect my undercarriage. It finally stopped raining on Sunday, and my Mom took me to the Salem Dog Park, it’s like my most favorite place. It was crazy even for a Sunday. I guess all the dogs were ready to let her rip after being cooped up on Saturday. All was crazy, and then this ‘tool’ (that’s what my Mom said… he just looked like a regular man to me) tried to come in with his baby, in a stroller, and his dog on a leash. I guess he didn’t want to use the off leash area, which was kind of unfortunate, because then the ‘tool’ got rushed, because that’s what we do when new blood enters the park. His dog started freaking out, and then his kids started screaming like we were going to kill their pet or something. It’s was insane, I loved it. Anyway, that was when my Mom said it was time to go, something about trouble waiting to happen,… yeah I don’t get it either.

Cooper has Dunkin' Donuts

Hi People,
I went to the park this morning, as I do most mornings. When I say most mornings I mean the mornings that it is sunny, not wet, and not too cold, and my Mom (aka Rosanna) can drag herself out of bed. I like to be there by 7, because there is a group of dogs that I like to run and be myself with. The people call themselves the Breakfast Club, which I don’t understand, because they never have food. Sometimes they do have Dunkin Donuts coffee though. On occasion there will be a weak link in the bunch, particularly on Saturday’s, which my ‘rents refer to as amateur day. This weak link, of which I speak, inevitably will set their coffee down. If I act quickly, I can enjoy a few licks before I am noticed. Sometimes in the chaos the cup will get knocked over, and you have to really act quickly before it soaks into the sand. You do not want to get to close to me then, I will protect my find! Especially in the winter, when a knocked over cup, essentially makes a snow cone! All I can say is Dunkin Donuts was genius to come up with ‘regular’ to mean lot’s of cream and sugar… goo-oood! If I had to choose, I would recommend the Dunkin Donuts on Washington St by the corner of Lynde. Typically if Rosanna gets coffee there, she can tie me up at the meter, and keep an eye on me from line. Most times, the nice ladies offer a munchkin for me, but Rosanna never lets them give me one (I hate her sometimes!).

I'm Cooper, this is my story...this is my life.

Hi! My name is Cooper.
Once upon a time my name was Marley. This is my story, and this is my life. Tune in periodically to find out what's happening locally, my reviews of Salem, life on the Northshore, and basically how I got here and what I think.
What you need to know about me is that I was born in a shelter, and spent significant time 'in the system'. Being from the Boston area, I have a bit of a foul mouth, and a tough attitude, although my 'rents' are breaking me down. I was adopted by a family and was surrendered at around 6 months old. That family told the shelter I was too 'mouthy'. Around six weeks later, my current parents found me, so far we are still together.