It wasn’t long ago that I purchased a beautiful Chocolate Lab puppy for my husband. This puppy has been on my husband’s heart for a while. He has always wanted a good, loyal lab puppy. So being the awesome wife that I am, I got him one! Of course there is some back-story, but that is probably better to tell at another time. So let me jump forward a bit and tell you about Cooper. Yes, he loves my husband, but he has become my constant comforter and a great and loyal companion. It seems that honestly, he is more of my best friend than what I had originally anticipated. Cooper will run to my husband to play fetch or tug, but when it is time to nap or he is just in the mood for cuddling, he is right there next to me. Personally, I find this to be great practice for when my son is born. Cooper is always with me in the morning when I am getting ready for work and he does everything in his power to stop me from walking out the front door…until I give him a stuffed Kong toy! My bond with this pup is so strong and that is why the events that occurred last Thursday broke my heart. We enrolled Cooper into a puppy training class, mainly for socialization. He is a smart dog and already knows a lot of the commands, but we wanted him to learn to listen to us around distractions. Last week he was meeting one of the other dogs, that was not a puppy, and the dog attached him. I am not going to name the breed of the dog since that only helps by stereotyping. This dog was new to his family, but he was not use to other animals and my poor, playful Cooper found out the hard way. The other dog did clearly try to engage him in play, but in a split second changed his mind. Thankfully the injuries were not that bad (They honestly could have been way worse if the dog would have whipped his head), but it was the cries that broke my heart. I held my Cooper as close as I could and got a real dose of what it felt like to be a caregiver. Like a mother whose child has been bullied, I swept him up into my arms and held him as tight as I could until he stopped his whimpering and crying. When we finally went home, all we did was cuddle. Poor pup even had nightmares that night. This whole situation really gave me perspective on who I am. I am not someone to sit back and watch people in pain – I act! I will do whatever is needed to help and show them the love and compassion we all deserve. It is funny how a story about a puppy can cause me to reflex on my own personality, but that is what happened. Oh and on a positive note, Cooper is doing just fine and is back in puppy classes. He even has a new best friend! For those of you wondering about the older dog he is doing fine as well and has been enrolled in a more advanced socialization class to help him confront his fears.
Now enjoy a quick clip of puppies playing. This is sure to make anyone smile!