I was almost a victim of identity theft

Well another exciting weekend in Salem. I had a really big scare. All of a sudden my Mom noticed that I didn’t have any of my tags on. All of them… just gone! For a whole day, I was lost. My collar didn’t jingle as I walked from room to room, that was actually kind of nice- snuck into the kitchen undetected. I didn’t have my license, my vaccination record gone, and my pooch pass… Oh my god! I was just sick over the idea of some dog out there pretending to be me. I can get into enough trouble on my own; I don’t need some fool passing themselves off as Cooper. I don’t have to tell you, I was NOT going to get more needles poked in me. I was just envisioning some dog using my pooch pass, going to the dog park, making a bad name for pooch pass 335. Well after a long sleepless night my Dad and I decided to retrace our steps. He took me out to the light house, and sure enough, when he let me go off leash, I went on a mission. I didn’t have to go far; the pier itself is not very wide. I found ‘em. I was smelling them, they smell just like me. I couldn’t believe it, my Dad started yelling at me to ‘leave it’. What! This is my identity man. I wasn’t going without my… uh oh here he comes. He came running up like I was doing something wrong, but just in case, I ran a couple of arm lengths away. Then my Dad looked, and said ‘Good Boy Cooper!’ That’s right, I’m the DawG! Back at home my Dad ‘secured’ my ID’s so no more worries. To think, I was almost a victim of identity theft, turns out it was just identity misplaced for a short period of time.

Good Training

So when I see people, most people (in particular girls, but not exclusively), I get REAL excited. I have this way of lowering my head and squinting my eyes, and of course moving my stub of a tail as quickly as possible. If all of that doesn’t work, I can add a couple of squeals and whines. And if I still need you to come hither, I can muster a perfect sit, that usually does the trick. Recently my Mom (aka Rosanna) asked my Dad what was up with this behavior, she found it unusual. My Dad (David) told her it was good training. Rosanna does most of my walking now…