For those of you who know me personally, you probably could have predicted that I would write a post completely dedicated to my love. My puppy, Cooper.





 












I will never forget the day my boyfriend and I went to pick up little “Rocky” as he was once called. It was a day that changed my life and looking back, it was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Taylor found Cooper in an ad on Kijiji. He was listed under “5 Chihuahua / Terrier puppies for sale”.  After clicking the link and seeing his little face pop up on the screen, I was sold and the price tag on him didn’t matter anymore.

The next day Taylor and I were in the car on our way to Kitchener, Ontario to go buy Cooper. We were so unprepared and it was the most spontaneous decision I have made, ever. We picked up his dog food, bowls, etc. on our way to their house.

After a few knocks on the door 5 puppies barking and jumping at our feet greeted us. Then I saw Cooper. His little body and floppy ears sat in front of me. He tilted his head and looked up at me. SOLD.


We came in and socialized with the dogs for about an hour. The entire time I was fixated on Cooper. We had an immediate bond. He had a delicate demeanor and he was so gentle. I looked at the lady who was raising the puppies and told her I wanted to take him home.

Walking out her front door and being followed out onto the lawn by Coopers 4 brother’s and sisters was one of the most heartbreaking things I have ever seen. It was like out of a sad movie. Picture 4 puppies, 2 adult dogs standing on a front lawn looking at your wondering where you are taking their brother. Their son. Where are you going? Each of the dogs started to bark and Cooper cried while I held him in my arms. Walking away from that house was so tough.

 

















Cooper cried the entire ride home. The entire hour. And I did too. I was sad because I just ripped this little creature from the only family he knows but I was also terrified. In about 1.5 hours, I just made a 10 to (hopefully) 15-year commitment. He was mine and he was all my responsibility. I was his new mom and Taylor will be his dad. Terrifying, but oh so exciting.

The rest is history. Cooper is now 8 months and he has lived in 2 different apartments. Taylor and I were living in Toronto during the summer but have moved back and settled in Waterloo. He is the most energetic, loving dog I have yet to meet. He licks absolutely everything and has an odd obsession with people’s feet. He hates his dog leash (we have no idea why) but he loves to go on walks.

 













Cooper has changed my life in so many ways and I am so blessed to be able to take care of him. Taylor and I constantly wonder what life would be like if we did not have him and we both can’t imagine a world like that anymore.


He has blessed my life more than I can articulate. No matter what my day brings, when I come home to him jumping and crying in excitement, all my worries, stresses and problems fade away and are left at the door. He makes me so happy and I love being able to take care of him.


Whoever came up with the saying a dog is a man’s best friend was right. I found myself a new best friend. 














Cooper, my world