Owl -- a furry owl I love to carry him around. My owners won't let me take Owl outdoors. Not gonna lie that makes me pretty salty. When I want to go out, I have to drop him before they'll open the door. Sometimes I manage to sneak him out anyway. Owl gets a 10 out of 10 for durability, because I have often left him out overnight, even in the snow.
Dawg -- furry grey dog with floppy legs Dawg is pretty fun to play with, but mostly he is the way I let my owners know I'm hungry. When I'm hungry, I hold him in my mouth and shake my head around. The grownups know what that means: if they don't fill up my dish soon, I'll be eating a sofa cushion instead.
Fish -- a small yellow furry fish I don't play with him as often as I used to, but his nice compact size and aerodynamic design make Fish the perfect toy for a dog on the move like me! Lately, my sister has gotten her paws on the fish and she really isn’t even into the whole toy thing, so it is nice to see he is getting some play time.
Crunchy Tiger -- a tiger with a hollow body that my mistress puts empty water bottles in. He is pretty new. I got him at Christmas, but I've got to admit ... I was kind of scared of his noise for a while. Now the crunchy noise is the best part! It really gets my owners' attention, so now it is my new "where's dinner?" Signal. Sorry, Dawg. I can tell that Crunchy Tiger kinda aggravates my kid owner because she is always doing homework and it sometimes distracts her.
Blue's Clues -- a long floppy blue dog covered with yarn loops. It was a Christmas present for my sister, but "ya snooze, ya lose”- she never even acknowledges the poor guy. After dinner, I relax with this guy. I've pulled out a lot of the yarn loops. My owners think I'm being destructive, but actually that's how I floss after meals. Even dogs need good dental hygiene!
These are just some of my best pals! There are so many other types of doggie toys out there! There are squeaky ones, soft ones, bouncy ones—anything you can imagine! To get some more ideas on good toys, take a look at my infographic on the photo gallery! I would post a picture right here (that would make sense, right), but the human people decided not to allow photos to be posted with this blog theme. Can you believe that!?
Well, I hope you have fun playing with toys and let me know if you have any favorite toys! Woof Out!
I was adopted 2 years ago and it was the greatest day of my life! Now I am with a loving family that plays and snuggles with me! You can create this same loving life for another dog! Why miss out on that opportunity?! Even a cat would know that that is an opportunity you can't pass up!
To all my fans out there, I would like to formally apologize. Last week, for my first blog post, I was so eager to post my claim to fame that I forgot to introduce myself!
Please forgive me, I am still a neophyte at this whole blogging thing.
So my owners tell me that I am about 3 and a half, but I was adopted from Good Karma Dog shelter, so they aren’t super positive. Before Good Karma, I was living in Kentucky. The living conditions for dogs in Kentucky weren’t too stellar, so I was super grateful to be taken in by Good Karma. I was then even more happy to be adopted by the Manning family.
I have been with the Manning family since January of 2014. Before they adopted me, my friends all called me Shiloh. I hated that name. For goodness sakes, can you not think of a more creative name than Shiloh for a beagle? I was so happy that the young girl in the family insisted on changing my name. Before I knew it my name was Cooper! Cooper Howard Manning, to be exact. But you would be on drugs if you think that my family only calls me Cooper. Over the past couple of years, I have gained more nick names than I can shake a stick at. Not gonna like- I like some of them!
These are some of my favorites!
Coop Dog Millionaire Coopster Coopy Coopinator Coopy Boy These are just a handful of the, but there are many more. Some of them I try to forget, like every once in a while they call me “dumb dog”. They only call me that when I eat the furniture, but it happens so often that it kind of turned into a nick name of mine…
I am definitely a dog with a lot of hobbies. Along with blogging, I enjoy playing with my dog toys, snuggling with my owners, basking in the sunshine, and sleeping. I also enjoy playing with my sister, Ginger. She is a pretty nice sister, but all she does is sleep… boring, huh?
Some fun facts about me: My favorite color: red- My collar is red. My favorite book: Goodnight Moon. My favorite song: Jingle Bells. My favorite show: Desperate Housewives. My Best Friend: Candy Ahmed, my neighbor. My favorite place: On the little piece of carpet in my master’s bedroom where the sunshine penetrates through the window. My favorite drink: room temperature water. Water that is too cold gives me a headache. My least favorite food: Bananas My favorite thing to chew: Pillows My Cooper charm: Putting holes in my master’s duvet cover
Well that is enough about me! It is only blog post 2- I don’t want to come across as too self-absorbed. I take pride in my humbleness!
Before I get started with this story, let me get something straight- I have matured since this incident. I haven't matured much, but I have matured.
So my owners were getting ready for this super fancy event and I heard them saying that it was a fundraiser for the Michigan Animal Rescue League. How nice is that? These human people try to raise money for dogs like us- I guess this makes up for all the times my owners have tried to give me a bath.
I was watching them get ready from the comfort of my bed. I knew this was a super fancy event just by watching my lady owner because there is a direct relationship between how much stuff she puts on her face and the fanciness of the event. The only thing I was a little bummed about is I knew that when they went to this event, they would be leaving me alone for the night. I get lonely pretty easily. But wait, all of a sudden I heard them say the magic words "Coopy, we are going for a car ride". My tail started wagging as fast as I run when I see a squirrel. I ran down stairs and jumped into the car.
It was a pretty long drive, but soon we arrive at this huge park-like place... a doggy paradise. To all my dog friends reading this, you have to visit it! So my owners put that dumb leash thing on my collar, and we get out of the car. I hate that leash thing so much- I feel like I can never run around freely when I am on the leash. We start walking to the entrance, and I see all the humans in super fancy dresses and dapper looking suits. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty underdressed. They could have at least thrown a bow tie around my collar. Don't they know that dogs can get embarrassed too.
We start walking around and I take in my surroundings. I see off in the distance a buffet. Boy do I love buffets. I started to walk faster, pulling my owner behind me. When we arrive there, my owner said "no, silly, that is for people only"... talk about discrimination. My spirits were crushed, but then a few yards down I saw another buffet, and this time it was one just for my species! They had dog treats in all shapes and sizes. They even had a treat in the shape of a martini... don't ask me how I know what that is.
After my delicious snack, we kept walking to burn off the calories. We then got to this little art tent. They even had art projects for dogs! The lady working there had a plate of green paint, and then a huge piece of white paper. I saw all of the other dogs stepping in the paint and then leaving all of their paw prints on the paper. It was the coolest thing ever- talk about marking your territory. So I started to do it, and it was the funnest thing ever! I kept going back for more paint. Then a light bulb hit me... if my paw prints can come on to this white paint... could I leave a mark on other things? I stepped in the paint once more, and then I ripped out of my leash and took a bolt. I ran all over this huge park and showed everyone my love by jumping on to them. To my surprise, they weren't too happy with me. Everyone loves my cuddling and licking at home... Also, I made their boring, black clothes so much more colorful with the paint. I kept running around and around, but then out of no where this old man came and caught me so I couldn't run anymore. It was fun while it lasted. I soon see my owners sprinting to me, and boy did they look embarrassed... ha.
Right after that thrilling incident, we had to go home. I am still not sure why- I was having the time of my life.
A week later I see a newspaper in the mail highlighting this event, and guess who made the front page.