Hi thare, it's me, Cooper. For those of you that don't no me, I am the spoyled dog of the family. I wanted to get on this blog thing and rite a few werds of my own. You see, sumthing funny is going on around here. Thare are tiny clothes laying on the couch, along with a fun toy that I am not allowed to play with. Mom's belly is also getting bigger. She duz seem to be eating a little more but, wow, I didn't no a belly could expand like that. Dad is always feeling her belly, sumthing about kicking and moving. Thay seem pretty excited whatever it is. Evry so often thay tell me that I'm not going to be #1 enymore. I'll be #2. And just what duz that mean? I've always ben #1 in thare werld! How can I move to #2? Life is just not fare. Don't get me rong. I still get out on 1 or 2 walks per day. I still get treats after my walks. I still have all of the necessities, like food, water, and shelter. I still get to go on car rides and hikes. I still get to play with my frends, like Trey, Lucy, Max, Abbey, and Gibson. I am still very much loved. I just think sumthing is going on that I'm not so shure about. Oh ya, they tell me I'm going to be a big bruther. A what? I don't even no whut a bruther is. Enyways, just wanted to share my thots. I am also sharing some pichures of me with all of my stuffed animal frends. I'll probly rite again sumday. I kind of like this riting thing. It makes me feel better.
Here I am with all of my stuffed animal frends.
Here I am giving my frends a hug.
Here I am trying to tell Dad he's ruining my photo oppertunity with my stuffed animal frends. He thinks I am giving him kisses.
I give up. Fine, he can be in a pichure with me.
