The Dog

Walked the dog this morning. It was probably the highlight of his week. He gets so excited about going for walk, but yet he can't run free, he has to slow down to my pace, and he's constantly gagging because he wants to pull and I keep him on a short leash. It has to be a painful experience, but I could go get his leash right now and he'd be ready to do it all over again. He's got a lovable personality, but wasn't endowed with too much going on upstairs. At times (actually quite a few), he can be rather frustrating. When we first got him, I wanted to name him "dammit" because I knew this dog was going to send me to the edge on a regular basis and I figured that name would be fitting. As I was yelling at him, he would not only learn his name, but I would be venting some steam. I'm always trying to be efficient that way. But NOOOO, I was overruled, and the dog was named Cooper instead. In my mind, when I say his name now, it's synonymous with a curse word anyways. One positive outlook, he drives me to drink!