Who let the dog Out

i've always been a dog person. always have and always will be. don't get me wrong. cats are... unique. i just never got along with them and they have never got along with me. the litter box, the ball of yarn, the scratching post, furballs. no. not for me. i'd much rather take fetch, shaking hands, sitting, barking, and tail-wagging, thank you very much. to me, there's no competition. and to put the matter to rest, i have some evidence:

THE definition of "puppy dog eyes"

meet cooper. he is a puppy cavapoo and my best friend. quite literally, he is man's best friend. however, we're not best friends when he poops and pees inside... but at ALL other times, we are best friends. you can't tell me you can look at the above picture and not say outloud "aww." you can't. if you can, then you don't have a heart. ok, that was mean. if you can, then i hope you never own a dog. ok, nevermind. just look at the above picture and think whatever you want. i know your heart will melt a little bit... like the tiny runoff of an ice cube out of water.

having a dog is no walk in the park. even when you are walking one in the park... it is still no walk in the park. as the title of post indicates, someone let the dog out, and that would be me. i have to let cooper out at least 30 times a day at his age. his bladder is probably the size of a grape and his metabolism is the complete opposite of a professional sumo wrestler's. however, those eyes... those puppy dog eyes... i think i have a weakness for eyes.

anyways, here's to potty training and treat giving. take care.

thanks for reading.

-jdv