Wednesday, August 25, 2010


I live half a block from the State Capitol which means there's always police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks that scream by every seemingly half hour. It's awesome and I've adapted to the wailing of sirens to the point where it makes me suspicious if I don't hear that constant noise.

My apartment complex has an interestingly large amount of dogs. There's several on my floor and one of them is this annoying fat beagle. He howls and yowls every time it hears a cop car or whatever with a siren go by. It's terrible, it happens too often for me to think it's funny or cute.

Cooper, my super Cooper, doesn't howl at sirens. He doesn't yap when all the other dogs are yapping in the apartment complex. He marches to his own beat and thank god that tempo has nothing to do with all the other asshole dogs in my apartment.

Saturday, August 7, 2010


Cooper has turned into a pretty stellar dog. Took him close to 4 years, but he has been so sweet and caring since the break up. I was crying today, sitting on the floor and talking to Cooper and Pickle because I'm dogsitting for Corey and while Pickle cowered in the back of his kennel, Cooper came out and sat next to me and leaned up against me.

He's been lying down next to me for the last 10 minutes. His head is constantly under my hand and I am so glad that I chose to keep Cooper over Pickle when Corey and I broke up.