Cootman came to us while his family went on vacation in May. Coot was 9 months old and was on his second family, but they were also considering giving him away. He was urinating in their house, so they frequently kept him in the garage or tied him to a leash in the house. I don't fault my friend because Coot was the first dog her and her husband ever had. If you have a smaller dog, you are familiar with occasional accidents and clean-up. If you are Steven, you're not as patient about this either, but luckily you have a wife and kids that are.
Anyways, Coot being their first dog wasn't working out like they thought so we happily agreed to keep him. I swore I'd never get another pet after losing Tug. I didn't want to experience that heartache and emptiness ever again in my life, but then Tug sent us a little band-aid. Our new heart patch had the same name as our nephew Cooper, so we tweeked his name a bit (he never knew the difference) and here we have the Cootster.
He doesn't have many potty mishaps anymore and he is awesome with Emma and Brooks. He sits by Brooks every morning and gets read to, or talked to, or anything that provides attention.
He "helps" with dishes...
He leaps super high for everything...
He "helps" me find stuff...
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Oh, Coots-Cahoots! I'm glad you have him to keep you company. Love the pic of him doing dishes....and the one of him looking for a snack in the pantry. Doesn't he know that if he wants excessive doggie treats thrown at him, he's gotta come see aunt Carrie??! Obviously Tuddy-Buds hasn't passed that one on from beyond!
Tug's keeping some selfish secrets up there Care. Although I don't believe he ever ate one of those treats again, after your day together. It's kinda like stuffing your face with so many mentos that they eventually make you sick and you never want to see another one in your life.
Yummm...can I come have after school snack at your house? Always good to know who has a well stocked pantry - just in case:) Did you get someone for Mrs. Q class?
Awww, CootManDoo! I love that little guy. I love how he leaps to great you then piddles when you do. haha I swore I'd never get a dog again too. It's just to hard not to they are so dang cute. I love him looking in the pantry.
I love how he runs towards cars on the street.
Steven, you big meanie!!
I love Coot!
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