Somedays I always look at Kooper and think how great it would be to be him. He gets fed, goes to work, plays fetch, has a number of ‘humans’ who cater to him – constantly. What could be wrong with that set up?
It starts in the morning….. when he reluctantly gets out of bed.
Waking up
Then we commute to work with Mom….
Commuting to work
Then we hang at work with the cool people there – who love him and play many games of fetch.
Office Fetch in progress
Then possibly a nap is in order…. it’s a long day in the office. Not on the dog bed, mind you – but on the sofa. Where’s the person who should be feeding him bacon strips and fanning him about now?
Napping in the office
Awake after a nice nap. Time to hang out in someone’s office, shred a paper plate (new little trick the office manager taught him), wait for any unsuspecting visitors to sniff – like the Fedex person or the fun DHL guy who’s afraid of him (yes, actually afraid).
Hanging out
By that time, the day is done and we migrate our way back to our temporary city home – where we get to play fetch for a while….
Yet more fetch
Or meet new friends (he’s not so interested in the friends though – just the tennis ball. Twelve step program required.
Kooper and new friend Jade
After the day’s adventure, he’s back at the townhouse – ready to sack out… and call it a day.
Passed out after a long day
Add in a couple of food sessions, walk sessions, squirrel stalking and potty breaks and you’ve got yourself a full, productive day in the life. Then we get up and do it again….amen.
It’s tough being my dog.
