Happy 8th of July!

I hope you had a great long weekend! I had to work on Friday, and then Michael worked on Saturday and Sunday to make up for the 4th and 5th, so neither of us had long weekends, but that’s ok!

My dog Cooper had a very fun, very exhausting holiday! He (we) spent the day at Melissa (Michael’s sister) and Shelby’s with her dog Tulsa, Michael’s other sister’s dog Moose (and if there was ever an aptly named dog, Moose is it), our sweet friends Emily and Shaun’s dog Rowling, Michael’s Aunt’s dog Harley, and our friend Robert’s dog Henry. Let me tell you, it was a wild bunch but they all ended up having a great time after they figured out who was the top dog. Let me just tell you now that although Coop was the biggest, he was definitely not the leader of the pack! Tiny Tulsa ruled her home court.

Cooper and Rowling playing tug-of-war while Tulsa relaxes in the sun

Cooper and Rowling playing tug-of-war while Tulsa relaxes in the sun

Moose rehydrating and Cooper licking his lips waiting for his chance at the water bowl

Moose rehydrates after playing fetch; Cooper licks his lips waiting for his chance at the water bowl

Melissa, queen of the puppies!

Melissa, queen of the puppies!

We ate some delicious food (roasted corn guacamole recipe coming soon, if I can steal it from Melissa!) and headed over to the river to cool off. I didn’t have my camera/phone out, partially because I was too busy just enjoying my friends and family, and partially because my nieces just got some aqua-zookas AKA THE COOLEST WATER GUNS EVER! You just suck water from a bucket/puddle/the river and blast it at your unsuspecting victim. The only caveat is that if you dare to play around these, you must protect your phone. So no river pictures. I wish I had it though, because Cooper swam all the way across the river for the first time in his life! He’s becoming such a big boy! Michael was swinging from a rope on the opposite bank, and I think that Coop was nervous for him and wanted to save him. It was so sweet 🙂

Once we finished up at the river, we headed back to Melissa and Shelby’s for a pickleball tournament and some more 4th of July celebrations.

man party

Man Party. Let’s take a moment to appreciate Justin’s ‘merica pants!

yum yum!

yum yum!

some sweet pickleball action

some sweet pickleball action

We all played hard, and by the end of the evening after the fireworks we were all beat. But it’s totally worth it, when you have such great friends and family.

tuckered out!

tuckered out!

I hope you had a safe and happy holiday! What was your favorite part?

Back by semi-popular demand…

Hello again! I’ve missed you! How have you been, and what is new in your life?

I (obviously) haven’t been blogging for the past few weeks, but I promise I have two semi-valid excuses. Reason 1) The extra time that I was using to blog just disappeared into thin air, partially because Michael was wrapped up in finals essays and homework on our home computer (a busted up laptop). Reason 2) I didn’t really think that people were enjoying (read: even reading) the blog, so I didn’t think it would be a big deal when I stopped, and it wasn’t to 99.9% of the population. But that 0.1% has begged me for more stories about My Dog Cooper (read: casually mentioned that they read the blog once).

To make a long story short, I’m back and I have a ton of new pictures and new anecdotes about My Dog Cooper. This Workout Wednesday, I’ll give race updates about Ski to Sea (we didn’t get last place!) and North Olympic Discovery Half Marathon (I almost threw up Gu!). But today, I’ll just ease us all back in to what is comfortable, and try to help you fully grasp why Michael and I can’t have nice things.

This. This is why we can't have nice things.

This. This is why we can’t have nice things.

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Doggie Pedicures

My dog Cooper never used to have a problem getting his nails clipped. We made sure when he was just a little baby puppy to always handle his feet when we were snuggling with him and he loved it. We probably clipped his nails once a week, or maybe once every two weeks, just because he was so comfortable with it. This was when Cooper was an indoor dog. We didn’t have a yard in our first place, and there were very strict rules about keeping pets leashed in our apartment complex. It didn’t help that my honey baby Cooper can sometime look terrifying when he’s happy. (It’s the American Bulldog in him – when he smiles he shows ALL of his teeth.)

He's a ferocious dog! Look at those sleepy fangs!

He’s a ferocious dog! Look at those sleepy fangs!

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