Well, you may have heard that this morning my Cooper got out of my yard once again. That makes two times this week. Once, on Sunday, during the Thunder Sleet and this morning at 4:30 am.
I am in love with my dog Cooper Anderson. He came to me in a very difficult point in my life. Cooper has been with me through thick and thin. He has survived chewing my favorite flip flops, digging all of the stuffing out of my favorite quilt and barking like a crazy dog in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason. What he (and I) may not survive is his desire to constantly escape!
Rea