The Making Of A DockDog (Part 1)
November 12, 2008 I pulled into work and there was my co worker with 3 puppies in the grass. Her dogs just had puppies 6 weeks ago. I walked up, grabbed this white one with a big brown spot on the butt, and said, “Thanks!!” Then walked upstairs with him. Once we got upstairs I had noticed he had one blue eye and one brown eye. How cute !!!! He sat with me most of the day, however my Coworker told me all three dogs were spoken for, and that the dog I was holding was going to be taken home by another co worker for her elderly parents.. I was okay with that, I love dogs (especially puppy breath), so I was fine just holding him for the day.
The day went on and the coworker who was going to take this adorable thing home to her elderly parents was re thinking this. She said, “Maybe my parents couldn’t take care of a puppy. Maybe it might be too much for them.” So she said I could have him if I wanted him. Now it was my turn to hem and haw about bringing another dog into the family. I had a 11 year old dog at the house already. Should I bring a rambunctious puppy into the mix? Hmmm. I said to myself, “Well it would be good to keep my 11 year old dog active. Lets do it”. “Wait Chelle, you still have to call your husband. This affects the whole house”. Lets just see what he says.
I call my husband and told him I was bringing home a puppy. He said his first thought was “Oh crap, we have another dog”. I know he wasn’t excited, but he knew that I was going to bring this dog home.
So the last few hours of work I walked around with our new puppy. What should we name him?? Well we had a cat name Carolina, a Dog name Dakota (you know, the North and Souths), we have a cat name Azzie for Arizona. We need a new state name. How about Louie for Louisiana!!. I told my co worker his name and she scoffed. “No”, she sad , “He was born in Texas, and he needs a Texas name”. She started listening off a bunch of Texas names. I didn’t like any of them. Then she said, well what about “Cooper?” “Cooper?” … “Cooper the Super Pooper”.. OH YEAH!! Now that’s a fun name !! And so it stuck. I still call him Poopers or Cooper Pooper.
It was the end of the day. I took Cooper and the bed his Mom’s owner had and brought him home. He was a little timid at first, but adjusted very quickly. Him and my 11 year old Dakota got a long great !
2 weeks after we got him we were having a Fall party. November is nice weather for a party. Since we have a pool we wanted to check the pool temperature. It was still a little too chilly to go swimming. So we decided to heat up the pool.
Everyone had fun at our house passing Cooper around. Who doesn’t love a cute little puppy !!! The puppy breath, the soft fur, him chewing on fingers and anything else he could get his mouth on ! Adorable!
he end of April had come. Cooper was just a little over 6 months old. The weather was nice and the pool had finally warmed up enough to go swimming. Dean and I got Cooper on the tanning ledge. Which wasn’t hard. It’s only 6 inches deep. Easy enough for this 40lb dog. Then we helped him into the water as I held him. I walked around the pool with him. He was not happy! He held on tight and shivered.
The party ended and we still had a nice heated pool. Dean (my husband) and I decided to put him on the tanning ledge and get him acclimated to the water a little bit. As most puppies would, he did fine. He was young enough not to know the dangers of water. We had hoped he would eventually go swimming with us. Boy were we right about that ! But not without some challenges first.
The end of April had come. Cooper was just a little over 6 months old. The weather was nice and the pool had finally warmed up enough to go swimming. Dean and I got Cooper on the tanning ledge. Which wasn’t hard. It’s only 6 inches deep. Easy enough for this 40lb dog. Then we helped him into the water as I held him. I walked around the pool with him. He was not happy! He held on tight and shivered.
After thinking he had enough, we let him out of the pool. We laughed as this dog made a beeline for the door. I’m sure he was thinking ‘What the heck just happened”. He stood shivering at the door. No matter how many times I called him from the pool, he was not about to come near it. I thought to myself “Great, another dog of mine who won’t swim”.
We decided the best thing to do with Cooper is get him back into the pool! So, with some coercing and picking him up, we got him back in the water. Again he was not happy.
However I showed him where to get out on his own, how to get into the pool easily, and everything else in between. Then like magic, the fears of the water was gone !!
That summer was fun. We played in the pool almost every day. Cooper got comfortable coming into the pool on his own, and was getting better a swimming. We spent most of that summer trying to get him to jump from the edge of the pool (not the tanning shelf), sometimes we were successful but most of the time he just wanted to play.
The following summer came along. Cooper picked up right where he left off. Now jumping off the edge like a maniac ! He was loving it. Jumping from anywhere. We would throw a tennis ball every which way, and he would jump to get it. Then he would stand on the seating area, we would throw the ball up, and he would jump high out of the water to get it. “Wow”, we thought. “This dog really loves the water and jumping”. So we made a video of Cooper jumping and having fun. Everyone loved it!! I was happy to have myself a little water-jumping dog. How exciting.
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