I'm the least confrontational person ever. Probably to a fault,
actually, which is why, to the neighbor, Archer's name has for the past
year and a half been, "Cooper."
Cooper is my oldest dog's name and somehow in the shuffle of thousands of dog walks/strolls, my neighbor got confused.
Cooper has and will always be a dog's name to me because
long before there was a baby, there was a dog: Cooper. Cooper the dog.
Same goes for Dexter, my childhood pet. Dexter is not the name of a Seriel Killer on Showtime. Dexter is the name of a Cocker Spaniel. And Cooper is the name of a 96 pound boxer with horrendous gas.
"Hey, Cooper! Aren't you getting big? Aw, Cooper! You're such a big boy! Such a big Cooper-wooper-wooo."
Cooper (my dog) wags his tail, of course, thinking he is FINALLY
getting the attention he deserves, while Archer sits in his stroller
all totally omg wtf.
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