All about me ......

1. Your age? I will be 4 years old on Tuesday, June 26th. Can you believe it? It's almost my birthday and I'll be FOUR!

2. Your age when came to live with your people? a wee puppy of 10 weeks

3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now? Black

4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with? Oh my dogness, I would say it's a tie between Hershey's Mom, because she brings Hershey to see me and Miss Cindy my vet and next door neighbor because she smells neat. (a note from Copper's Mom, Copper loves the way she smells because she smells like other dogs and cats if she has been at work.)

5. How much do you weigh? a trim 14.5 lbs

6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up? That would be my beds.(Copper's Mom, uh yeah .... several of them) Hey, they were mine right?

7. Do you like other Dogs? Yes, especially small ones

8. Who is your best non-human friend? HERSHEY!

9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls? No contest .... Squeaky toys

10. Do you like to be brushed? Yes, sort of.

11. Peanut Butter or Cheese? Cheese. I have to pick a favorite? I love both!! I know the sound of the cheese drawer!

12. Do your people cut your toenails? Yes, regretfully my Mom does.

13. Any formal education? Yes, I went to dog school at Petsmart and have a BA in 'sit.'

14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny? If I say Couch Potato will you think I am lazy?

15. Five nicknames your people call you. I can only think of three .... Copper Bopper, Sweetheart, Good Boy.

16. What is your best trick? Roll Over

17. Do you like kitties? Yes, but I do like to chase them.

18. What did you have for breakfast? one cookie, two if I can convince Mom that Dad didn't give me one (Copper's Mom, it's a dog biscuit)

19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)? If so, what? No

20. When & why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.? 6 months ago, but I see her everyday

21. Where do you sleep at night? On my mom and dad's bed.

22. Do you like to swim? I've never tried.

23. Can you make puppies? Make puppies? what does that mean?

24. Do you give kisses? Yes.

25. Can you potty on command? Yes I CAN.

26. To Cuz or not to Cuz? What does that mean??

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Where is my orange ball????

This is a girl named Twyla from the article ... not me.

Hey dogfriends ..... get your peepol to read this article on msnbc on how to communicate with you and how to understand what you are trying to say with your tail and your fur. Don't you wish you could talk to your peepol with words sometimes? I do. Sometimes it is frustrating to have to tell them things and get them to listen. I know Ivy always tells us that her peepol never listen to her. But until Meeshka takes over the world (and I don't know where that plan stands because she hasn't talked about it in a while), we are stuck with talking to peepol who don't know dog language. So get your peepol to read this. Be sure to read the part at the end where it talks about Wyn, a Welsh Springer Spaniel and how he uses an orange ball as a credit card to get food from his peepol. That's all for now ....... I am going to go now and look for my orange ball.......

I GOT A PACKAGE !!!!!

I got a package in the mail today from Luckie in Singapore!! Actually, the package was addressed me and Hershey. Mom says I have to share it with him later. (Shucks!) The package had pretty stamps on it and a customs sticker that said the package contained 'toys.' I did not need to read the sticker. I could smell the toys ...... and the treats inside the package! Mom put the package down on the porch outside where the light was good and wanted me to POSE with it. POSE? What was she thinking?? I grabbed the package and took it out in the yard and started trying to open it by myself! Forget the pictures Mom, there are presents inside.



But Mom took pity on me and opened it for me and gave it back to me and I put my head inside and pulled out the presents. This picture is very blurry because I was very busy.

There were two stuffed toys with squeakers inside, a bag of tiny dog biscuits, a bag of pretzels and a note frm Luckie.

Mom let me taste one of the pretzels. It was yummy. I think they are pretzels. I can't read the words on the package so I can't tell you what it says. That is not unusual because I can't read yet. But even Mom said even she can't read the words. What language is this Luckie?

I picked out the stuffed chicken and will save the bear for Hershey. I will split the treats with him too. (Mom says I have to.) This is the chicken. Hmmm, he needs adjusting. I think he has too many arms and legs, I will have to work on that.

Inside was a note from Luckie. You can read the note. It says I can pull the pants off the chicken (it actually says RIP them off!) and Mom will put them back over and over again. Wow, that sounds like fun. I wonder if Mom will cooperate?

So decided to try it. I ripped the pants of first thing. No Mom, you can't take it away from me!!! No, I don't want you to put the pants back on yet. I just got them off.

Thank you very much Luckie for the package!!!! Hershey, you better come get the bear before I rip his pants off.

Time for bed Mom ....

Last night Hershey and I were waiting for Mom to brush her teeth before she went to bed. We jumped up on her bed to go to sleep. For some reason she decided to take a lot of pictures of us. I guess she does not know it is impolite to take pictures of people when they are sleeping. At least Roxie, Sammy and Andy's Mom doesn't take pictures of Maggie when SHE is sleeping. Maybe Mom took pictures because her bed was made for once. Maybe she took pictures because she realizes our feelings are hurt because she had professional pictures made of the baby and not us. Maybe she took pictures of us because she had 'furminated us' yesterday. Maybe she took he because she knows Hershey is leaving soon. At any rate, here are the boring pictures of us trying to go to sleep.


(Sorry, Mom can't figure out how to undo the underlining on this text.)

Mom, go away.

Our photography session .....

Since my silly Mom won't take me to a photography studio to get my picture taken (like she did the baby), I did some horsing around on the computer today and made these. Which one do you like best?

Above is the original picture.

Goofy colors.

Yikes, where did our eyes go!

Psychedelic black and white.

Old fashioned dogs.

I guess I just need to get Mom to take me to the photography studio. I hear they have ducks there.

Random thoughts and what we didn't do today....

Well, it is another boring day here at my house. Hershey is still here but we didn't do much today. We spent the morning in my terrible kitchen while my Mom taught 1st graders in Vacation Bible School. (What is she thinking?) But, Hershey kept me company and we took a long nap. We greeted Mom when she got home and we watched her as she ate lunch. (We - ahem ahem - do not get lunch.) Then she made us stay outside in the front yard while she went to look at pictures of the baby that she had taken at a photography studio. (She has NEVER had pictures taken of ME at a photograpahy studio.) While we were outside it rained really hard and Hershey and I had to get in the doghouse. Hershey seems to like the doghouse, but I know it is a DOG house and therefore I avoid it. After all, I am better than that. When Mom got home, Dad was already here and he had given Hershey and I our dinner .... SCORE! ... Dad gives you extra dinner!!! Tonight we will both sleep with Mom and Dad and hog the bed.

The baby (and all her stuff) is gone. I don't know where she went. (I miss her because she was tasty if you got to lick her.) In fact, her Mom and Dad are gone too. I guess they have gone on a long trip to a place far away. Nixon is still here. Yesterday he made us chase him. He came to where Hershey and I were taking a nap and looked right at us and when we woke up, he ran away really fast. Now doesn't that sound like an invitation for us to chase him? Well, we chased him alright and cornered him in Mom's closet. I barked at him (I said, "GET OUT OF MOM'S CLOSET NIXON!") until Mom came and picked me up and made me stop. Gheesh, a dog can't even protect his Mom's stuff. I am sure he was up to no good in there.

For a little guy, Hershey can sure jump up high. Whenever Mom puts up outside, he jumps up on the glass front door to tell her he wants in. He can almost jump up to the doorknob! (But also needs a stool to jump up on the big peepol beds!) Mom has given up cleaning the glass on the front door. He does not like to be out in the yard alone and for some reason I don't count as company. He wants PEEPOL to be out there with him, preferably his Mom or his Dad. He is a really big barker but only barks when peepol he knows are nearby or he knows he is safe and not in any danger. Maybe he is just insecure away from his house. Whatever, he sure is good company. I think I'll go see if he is ready to go to bed now.