Kim and Ko., Ottawa, ON (2026)

10/09/2026

🐾 COOPER’S WEEKLY UPDATE: THE DIET, THE ROGUE DOG & THE BANANA INCIDENT THAT BETTER NOT HAPPEN! 🐾

Well, I’ve been busy, so I haven’t been on here much. But I have some news! 😎

Although Mom doesn’t have any actual numbers because she can’t pick me up to verify for sure, after FOUR MONTHS of being on a diet (you know, the word diet is DIE with a T on the end 🙄), I’ve lost enough weight that it’s actually noticeable!

At first, I was STARVING. I mean, absolutely STARVING. I thought I was being neglected. I may have considered calling the authorities. 😂 But I’m used to it now, and I’m feeling pretty good!

Mom puts Omega-3s and Camelina oil in my food, and between those and the weight loss, I seem to be moving better. Mom noticed it was getting harder for me to get into the car, so she started paying closer attention to my joints and added some supplements.

Well, guess what? NO PROBLEMS getting into the car now! I’m running for my ball, getting up and down without a problem, and Mom doesn’t have to help lift my bum into the car anymore. Not that I ever had a problem getting up and down, thank you very much. The car was just becoming a bit of an issue. 😏

And I’m keeping up with Novy pretty well! We played yesterday, and it was much easier for me. I wasn’t nearly as pooped afterwards. So yes, people, I’M WORKING ON IT! 💪🐺

Now, onto the latest drama.

Remember that ROGUE DOG we met at our park last week? Well, didn’t Mom see him all over Facebook last night, running through the park SANS OWNER AGAIN?!

Apparently, nobody could catch him. He was chasing squirrels and having the time of his life. Honestly, the squirrel situation sounds pretty entertaining, but Mom was NOT amused.

I did read this morning that he was safe, so that’s good. ❤️ But WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIS OWNER? He KNOWS this dog can scale an eight-foot fence! This dog was out running around for HOURS yesterday before he was finally safe.

So now Mom says we can’t go back to that park. Why? Because when she throws my ball, I’m OFF LEASH. I run, I catch it, and then I lie down to enjoy my victory. 🏈

But what happens if that dog appears halfway through a throw?

And if he touches MY BALL? Oh, buddy. We’re going to have a situation.

Mom knows I resource-guard my balls. I don’t SHARE. I don’t do playdates with my balls. I don’t believe in community property.

And that dog has ALREADY had my ball in his mouth once!

Mom was helping his owner catch him, and there I was, sitting in the car, watching some strange dog walk around with MY PROPERTY.

I was in there saying some things that probably shouldn’t be repeated on a family-friendly page.

Something along the lines of:

“THAT’S MY MOTHER-FREAKING BALL, AS***LE! GET YOUR GRIMY TOOFIES OFF IT!” 😡

I DID get my ball back, but honestly? DISGUSTING. I don’t even want to think about where those toofies have been.

Anyway, because Mom is apparently the responsible adult around here (I have my doubts sometimes), we went to a church this morning to find somewhere new for me to play.

She has a whole list of requirements. No other dogs, preferably. Somewhere safe. Away from cars. Enough room for me to run.

Honestly, she’s very high-maintenance for someone who doesn’t even throw the ball properly every single time. 🙄

But we found a decent spot! So it looks like we’ll use that during the week and the school on weekends.

Problem solved. For now.

And Novy! You should have seen me yesterday. Faster, leaner, and not as exhausted after playing. I’m getting there, kiddo! You’d better enjoy being young while it lasts. 😂❤️

Speaking of Novy, she turns ONE on November 5th! 🎂🐾

We’re having a birthday party for her, Pyper and Ryan on Saturday. Mom has apparently decided that Novy needs a princess hat AND a banana Halloween costume.

A BANANA.

I have already informed Mom that she had better not even THINK about putting one of those things on ME.

I am a German Shepherd. I am a distinguished gentleman. I am the Chief Security Officer of this household.

I DO NOT DO FRUIT. 🍌🚫

Anyway, that’s all the news from my corner of the world. I’m off to supervise Mom, protect my ball collection, and continue my weight-loss journey.

Four months down. Feeling good. Looking good. Still not sharing.

Love,
Coopy ❤️🐾

10/01/2026

So today was a VERY strange day.

We went for our morning ball throw and I was being extra great. When I catch my ball, I sometimes lie down and wait for Mom so she doesn’t have to hold the leash. I can just run free. But I obey the rules because if I don’t, I know I’ll lose my freedom. Mom and I have an understanding. 😉

Anyway, I was just taking a little rest while Mom sat on the bleachers. She doesn’t push me. I know when I need to lay down, catch my breath and recharge. I am a very responsible athlete. 🏈

Mom looked up and suddenly there was another Shepherd-type dog RUNNING STRAIGHT TOWARD US.

Sans owner.

There was literally just me, Mom, a couple that Mom is pretty sure is having an affair, and this random dog in the entire park.

Mom stood up so fast and yelled, “NO!”

The dog stopped, then took off running all over the park.

Mom kept an eye on him while she brought me back to the car. Then some man came running through the park yelling that the dog was a Malinois and had gotten on a scent and SCALED HIS FENCE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.

Apparently this dog was having the time of his life running around the park while his owner chased after him.

Mom was NOT amused.

And because there are cars and buses everywhere, Mom went back out to the field because apparently she has decided she is now part-time dog catcher. 🤦‍♂️

She yelled to the guy, “WILL HE CHASE THE BALL?”

He said, “YES, IF HE SEES YOU.”

So Mom made some noise, the dog looked over, and Mom launched MY BALL at him.

MY BALL.

I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be upset about this.

But… apparently sometimes you have to let things slide for a good reason.

The dog went after the ball, and his owner was finally able to grab him.

I’m sure that poor man thought Mom was about to rip his head off. I thought she was about to rip his head off. 😂

But she wasn’t.

She just wanted everyone safe.

Because that dog could have easily ended up on the road, and he had approximately ZERO recall.

Thankfully, everything ended well.

Except I only got HALF of my ball throws.

And once again, another dog has terrified my Mom.

I am NOT happy about that.

My hair was standing straight up and I puffed myself up to approximately HIPPO SIZE to show that dog exactly who was boss and who was protecting my Mom.

And Mom always says she never puts me in situations where there could be trouble. She is always watching. She is always aware.

But sometimes you just can’t control what happens.

Today was one of those days.

I would have been fine. I would have shredded that dude.

Mom said NO.

No fights on Mom’s watch.

She said that was the meanest she has ever seen me.

I was FULLY prepared to protect her.

But I didn’t have to.

Everyone is safe. Mom is still recovering from the whole thing, and we may start going to a different park if a Malinois can just casually SCALE A FENCE and come running through the place.

And because Mom says I am a very good boy, here is video proof of me chasing my ball and showing everyone just how good I am. 🎥🐾

You’re welcome.

I don’t mind.

As long as I’m with Mom.

Love,

Big Strong Protector Coopy 🖤🐾

09/28/2026

Well, Mom left me on Saturday.

She left for a few hours to go take care of Novy because both of her parents were working all day. And get this…apparently when Novy is alone, she is BBBBAAAD to the BBBBBONE. 😂

Like…crate-time bad.

Except she NEVER gets put in the crate because her parents feel bad. 🤦‍♂️

Pyper even installed a camera to watch her when they’re gone. And Novy KNOWS about the camera! If Pyper screams her name through the camera, Novy will actually look right at it. 😂

Anyway, Mom took a picture of how much Novy loves her.

See photo of Novy smiling with her TOOFIES! 🥰😂

And I think that’s great and all. Really. I’m happy she loves her Grandma.

BUT WHY CAN’T I GO?!

We could BOTH be in the picture, you know.

I know why.

It’s because of that bigger German Shepherd than me. Mom is scared of him because he just pops up all over the lot and she never knows when she’s going to run into him.

And guess what?

SHE DID. 😳

Mom was walking Nova when Boomer’s owner came running to the door and opened it so Boomer could come out and see Nova.

And Nova LOVES him too, of course.

Mom is getting better about it, but she still doesn’t really like surprise German Shepherd appearances. 😂

On a much more important note…

WE FOUND A NEW GREEN BALL! 💚🎾

And this one goes FAR AND FAST AND FITS IN MY LAUNCHER!

I must be the luckiest dog ever. I have found SO MANY BALLS this last month. Ball is life.

I love my launcher so much that I wanted to carry my ball AND my launcher together.

Unfortunately, I got a little too excited.

I bit down too hard.

BALL LAUNCHER: 2
COOPER: 0

No balls fit in it anymore. 🤦‍♂️

So…back to the store we went.

I will try to be more gentle moving forward.

No promises.

I’m just getting ready for my outing now, so I’ll report back later.

Have a good Monday, everybody! ❤️

— Cooper 🐾

09/25/2026

Well, I was pretty excited for the day until THIS happened. 😔

I found my orange ball and brought it with me for our morning ball throw. I was so excited! My launcher was already in the car waiting for me.

We got to the park, me with my ball in my mouth, ready to PLAY… when I had to mark my territory. This is serious business, so I always drop my ball.

Well… we got out to the field and NO BALL. 😳

Somewhere between the car and the field, my ball disappeared. I have absolutely NO IDEA where it went, which is very unusual for me. I ALWAYS know where my ball is.

So instead of playing ball, I decided to help Mom carry the launcher while we looked for my ball.

I got a little excited and accidentally grabbed Mom’s hand… and broke the launcher at the exact same time. 🤦‍♂️

Back to the car we went.

Mom was pi**ed because apparently I need to be “gentle,” and there was NO BALL THROWING TODAY. 😒

BUT… I did hear Mom say something about going back to the dollar store to get another launcher.

And apparently this one is coming out of MY ALLOWANCE. 😳

My allowance that I normally like to use for TREATS.

Whatever an allowance is.

Mom asks what I want and I grab it.

So apparently I’m in trouble AND broke.

But I hear I have another walk coming up today… WITH A NEW BALL. 🥎

I’m pretty excited about that. Just don’t tell Mom.

There’s only one problem. I have to somehow scrape together $4.

I KNOW I have an allowance, but I’m not exactly sure how to access it.

I know Mom and I can send money to each other, so… can someone please send Mom $4 on my behalf so we can go to the store?

That way I won’t have to worry about it. I can tell Mom I’m paying for it, she can just go get the launcher, and I will have officially made my contribution.

And she has paid NOTHING. 😏

Seems fair to me.

Sad Coopy 🥺

09/23/2026

Well, my day started pretty good, but Mom’s did NOT start the same way. 😂

We go to the park every morning to throw my ball. Before we left, Mom spotted Orange Guy and thought, “Perfect! He goes with the launcher.”

So Mom made a mental note that Orange Guy was ready to go.

We all got ready to leave, and when it was time to go, Mom went looking for Orange Guy.

He was NOWHERE to be found.

Mom told me to stay, ran up the stairs, then came running back down and said, “Where’s Orange Guy?! We can’t launch without Orange Guy!”

She looked everywhere.

Still no Orange Guy.

So we brought Blue Guy instead. He doesn’t go nearly as far, but whatever. Ball is ball.

Everything was fine until it was time to go home.

There was a nice City of Ottawa truck and driver sitting in the parking lot watching us.

I went to get in the car and DROPPED MY BALL.

It rolled UNDER THE CAR.

Full stop.

Going nowhere.

BALL IS UNDER THE CAR. 😳

I was frantic.

Mom was trying very nicely to convince me to get in the car — without yelling, because someone was watching — and I flat out refused.

Then came the bargaining.

“Cooper, I will get the ball, but you need to get in the car so I can back up.”

Made absolutely NO sense to me.

I wanted to get in the car WITH MY BALL IN MY MOUTH.

That way, I knew for sure it was coming home with me.

So, reluctantly (that’s a big word for me, so I had to ask Mom what it meant), I got in the car.

Sans ball.

But Mom drove very slowly backwards and uncovered the ball.

And guess what?

Still round.
Still bouncy.
Still has ALL its air.

And it only cost Mom $4 at Dollarama! 😂

“What a steal!” Mom says.

No more $30 US balls that last six months.

And honestly, I’m fine with it.

I’m not picky.

Anything round will do. 😂

So here’s photographic evidence for all the other dog moms and dads out there:

THIS DOLLARAMA BALL LASTS.

It has survived two weeks of me, and apparently even being trapped underneath Mom’s car.

Better than some of those expensive balls!

Oh, and to the City of Ottawa guy…

Thanks for your help. 😒

You watched this entire thing unfold when you could have jumped in and helped a damsel in distress.

Mom says she’s always the damsel when it comes to me, but I have no idea what she means by that.

So help your neighbours, people!

This world is really going to…

I don’t even know.

Love your neighbour,
Coopy ❤️🐾

09/22/2026

Mom went to the dollar store and came home with one of those balls AND the thing that launches it really far.

Apparently she’s still pi**ed about the last launcher she bought me at the pet store. She paid WAY more for that one and it broke THE SAME DAY.

The launcher broke, so the ball didn’t even fit in it anymore.

Mom was not impressed.

I was devastated.

I thought my days of having balls launched really far were over.

Then Mom came home with this $4 dollar store launcher.

And guess what?

DAY FOUR.

FOUR DAYS AND IT STILL WORKS.

Mom is shocked.

I am thrilled.

This is a completely different kind of ball experience. My regular balls just go up and then down.

Boring.

THIS ball goes FAR.

And FAST.

I do not take my eye off it.

We bring it every morning for my morning ball throws. And when we get home, we take it out of the car.

Mom would like to leave the launcher AND ball in the car because apparently I have approximately 343 other balls sitting inside the house.

She clearly doesn’t understand.

I NEED ALL MY BALLS AVAILABLE AT ALL TIMES.

Both Green Guys. Blue Guy. And now Far Launching Ball.

They all need to be where I can see them.

So when we got back into the car today, I decided to take matters into my own paws.

I kept my ball in my mouth.

That way:

A) I don’t forget it.

B) I know exactly where it is.

C) I don’t have to get out of the car, turn around, get back in, find my ball, and then get back out again.

Efficiency.

So I carried my dirty ball ALL THE WAY HOME.

Mom wears gloves because of my slobber, so please ignore that. That’s just part of the Cooper experience.

And yes, my recall is excellent.

It’s just… selective.

There is a difference.

Mom says I have a long leash because sometimes I catch the ball and then immediately go in the OTHER direction instead of coming back.

I don’t see the problem.

She never has to chase me when I’m being a brat.

Apparently the new deal is:

Catch the ball.

Then lay down.

Like a good dog.

Good dog?!

WHAT DOG IS BETTER THAN ME?

I am ALWAYS good.

I will lay down if I WANT to.

And today I was an exceptionally good boy because I laid down EVERY. SINGLE. TIME Mom launched my ball.

So basically, I was perfect.

The launcher can stay in the car.

My ball cannot.

I need all my balls available at any time.

Because you just never know.

And I love everyone the same, but for different reasons.

Although… I did lose my balls in 2019 and I’m STILL pi**ed about it.

It wasn’t Mom who did it, but she said she would if she had to.

So naturally, my balls are very close to my heart.

Anyway, that’s my update.

I’m trying to get in shape.

Mom is starving me.

I have a new favourite ball.

And I am carrying it everywhere.

That’s it.

Have a bite for me, Coopy. 🐾

09/11/2026

I THINK I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE BALL. 🎾

Normally Mom buys me the same ball over and over again because they last me about 6 months and they come with a ball on each end.

Of course, I have a favorite end.

I’m not an amateur.

When my favorite end finally gets destroyed, Mom replaces the whole thing and we start over. It’s a pretty good system, although I’m not sure why she insists on calling it “expensive.”

Well, when Mom took me camping, she bought me a $4 ball at Dollarama.

A FOUR DOLLAR BALL.

She apparently thought it would last the weekend.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Today is TWO WEEKS later and I STILL HAVE IT.

INTACT.

I LOVE THIS BALL.

It goes far, it’s excellent for working my jaws, and I get completely frantic when it disappears.

Which brings me to one of my favorite features of having a Mom.

She is my ball retrieval service.

I’m actually very good at finding my missing balls. I know exactly where they are. I simply show Mom.

Then I wait.

Because I don’t go under things.

That’s what servants are for.

Mom does not seem to appreciate this arrangement.

“My knees!”

“It’s too far!”

“Why do you DO this?!”

Honestly, Mom, I don’t know why you’re making this so difficult.

My big old head is RIGHT THERE beside you. I can see the ball. I have clearly identified the problem.

My paws just can’t reach it.

That is literally why I hired you.

And sometimes my morning walk becomes a little chaotic because we are not allowed to leave the house until my ball situation has been resolved.

If my ball is missing, WE DO NOT LEAVE.

I don’t care if Mom is ready.

I don’t care if she has her shoes on.

I don’t care if she has somewhere to be.

FIND. THE. BALL.

And believe me…

WE ALWAYS GO. 😂

Today there were no exciting finds at the park.

Just a squirrel and some people.

The people walked ALL THE WAY AROUND US, which I find hilarious because apparently they think I’m interested in eating their children.

I barely notice them.

I’m far too busy with my ball.

But honestly, I prefer people to keep their distance anyway.

I’m a snob.

I have a very exclusive guest list.

Family? Yes.

Novy? Obviously.

Pyper? Sure.

Everyone else?

Please respect my personal space while I conduct important ball-related business.

So here is a photo from today of my new favorite ball.

$4.

Two weeks.

Still alive.

Mom calls that a good purchase.

I call it proof that she finally bought something sensible.

I hope everyone has a good day and is looking forward to the weekend.

I KNOW I AM.

I’M OFF THIS WEEKEND. 🎉

Apparently I have “vacation time.”

I don’t know what that means, but I assume it means Mom has agreed to be my full-time ball employee for two consecutive days.

Excellent.

Love,
Coopy 🐾

09/09/2026

Fantastic start to the day!

I GOT ANOTHER PRESENT. 🏀

Okay, technically Mom says I “found” it.

But let’s be clear about something right from the beginning:

It was unattended.

Therefore, according to Shepherd Law, it was obviously available for adoption.

It was a Reebok basketball someone left at the park. Mom thought it would be good exercise for me, so I chased it around, rolled it around, threw it around and basically did what any responsible German Shepherd would do when presented with a giant ball.

I played with it.

A LOT.

Then Mom heard something.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

She looked at the ball.

The ball looked at her.

The ball was dying.

I was thrilled.

Because apparently Mom thinks balls are supposed to remain round.

I disagree.

I prefer them flat.

I immediately got to work removing the leather, flattening it with my paws and throwing it in the air.

Honestly, I don’t understand why she kept saying, “COOPER! What are you doing?!”

I was improving it.

A few minutes later, I was completely exhausted and lying there with my flattened basketball.

PERFECT MORNING.

Sometimes I get so excited that I forget I’m not 3 years old anymore and then I completely burn myself out.

Mom says that’s why we’re increasing my exercise slowly.

I say that’s why she needs to throw the ball faster.

We’re both pretty sure we’re right. 😂

Anyway, kids, here’s today’s important lesson:

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR BALLS UNATTENDED AT THE PARK.

Because you never know who might find them.

And if that person is a German Shepherd named Cooper…

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE DONATED YOUR BALL.

Mom says we brought the evidence home with us.

I don’t know why.

I think it’s my souvenir.

And this isn’t even the first time I’ve had a basketball situation.

I have kids on BOTH sides of my house.

Their basketballs have landed in our backyard before.

And every single time, Mom goes completely insane.

She sees a basketball in the yard and suddenly she’s running around like:

“COOPER HASN’T SEEN IT! COOPER HASN’T SEEN IT! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!”

She goes Mach 90 across the yard, grabs the ball and tries to throw the $60 thing back over the fence before I notice.

Because she knows.

She KNOWS.

The second I see it, I’m getting it.

One survived.

ONE.

There was another time when one of the kids was standing at the fence with Dad on the other side and Mom was trying to get the ball back over.

And then…

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

The ball deflated while Mom was holding it.

Right there.

In front of Dad.

I don’t know what happened next because Mom suddenly became very quiet.

But judging by her face, I believe the correct word was humiliating.

She offered to buy a new one.

Dad said no.

Honestly, I don’t understand the problem.

IT’S MY YARD.

If a ball enters MY yard, I don’t know where it came from.

I don’t know who owns it.

I don’t know if someone bought it yesterday.

I don’t know if it’s a $10 ball or a $60 ball.

I know one thing:

BALL.

And I’m a Shepherd.

Therefore:

MINE.

Maybe Mom brought it home herself and left it there for me.

How am I supposed to know?!

She keeps telling people to keep their kids’ balls out of our yard because she doesn’t want any more awkward fence meetings.

Personally, I think everyone should just throw them over more often.

It gives me something to do.

Do you KNOW how exciting it is to be outside minding your own business and suddenly…

BOOM.

A giant basketball lands right in front of you?!

It’s like Christmas.

Except better.

Because it’s a BALL.

I’m a Shepherd.

BALLS ARE LIFE.

All balls.

Green Guys.

Stuffed balls.

Big balls.

Little balls.

Basketballs.

If it bounces, rolls, squeaks or flies through the air…

I WANT IT.

So to the kid who left their basketball at the park:

I’m sorry.

But also…

YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER. 😂

And if Mom gets asked about it because someone saw us playing with it this morning, she says she will absolutely do the right thing and replace it.

But she also says that would probably be the last time I’m ever allowed to play with a giant basketball.

Which seems unfair because I’M THE ONE WHO MADE IT FLAT.

And I think I did an excellent job.

Anyway, here’s me enjoying my new ball and getting some exercise.

There’s also apparently a picture of what I’ve done to it.

I don’t see the problem.

I HAD FUN.

And now I’m tired.

So really, everyone wins.

Except the basketball.

😂🏀🐾

Love,
Coopy

P.S. Don’t leave your balls unattended. I’m serious.

09/08/2026

Well, it was a beautiful long weekend and I’m pi**ed again.

Mom went away.

WITHOUT ME.

And here’s the part that really makes me mad… SHE COULD HAVE TAKEN ME. 😡

The hotel allowed dogs. Almost every business in Lake Placid and Saranac Lake allowed dogs. Even some restaurants allowed dogs. They went to an outdoor festival where, according to Mom, everyone was in bare feet, dancing like crazy and generally having a fantastic time.

Apparently, Mom discovered that Saranac Lake is a hippie town.

And apparently, the town did NOT disappoint.

Now, this is especially funny because Mom was married to a hippie and she was very clear that the hippie lifestyle was absolutely not for her.

Mike was from upstate New York, and two of the boys were very much into the whole hippie culture thing. They would go to weekend-long concerts, dance barefoot in the mud, and eat handmade quesadillas cooked on little grills by hippies who apparently just showed up with their own food and equipment.

Mom was not impressed.

Mom was a city girl.

In fact, after spending an entire weekend at a concert on an abandoned airstrip in Maine where she couldn’t leave and had to sleep in a tent ON CONCRETE, Mom made it very clear that she would NEVER do that again.

And yet…

There she was this weekend.

At a hippie concert.

In Saranac Lake.

🤣🤣🤣

Mom and Lala took Grandpa away for the weekend because Grandpa loves music. Any kind of music. So Mom told him, “I think it’s going to be hippie music.”

Then the music started.

And everybody got up and started dancing around in their bare feet.

At one point, Mom’s sister leaned over and said:

“I’m just glad Dad still has his shoes on.”

😂😂😂

Meanwhile, even NOVY had a better weekend than me.

She went to the lake house.

She got BOAT RIDES.

She rode the JET SKI.

She went PADDLE BOARDING.

Meanwhile, I was home.

Guarding the house.

From bad guys.

And Amazon guys.

And politicians.

Yes.

Politicians.

It was exhausting.

And boring.

The ONLY good thing that happened while Mom was gone is that my green stuffie from Novy is STILL IN ONE PIECE.

This is actually a pretty big deal.

Mom keeps looking at me like she’s waiting for me to destroy it.

I have no idea why she would think that.

I am being extremely responsible with my Green Guy.

He is my special stuffie from Novy and I have decided that he is NOT going to become a pile of stuffing on the living room floor.

For now.

So unfortunately, I don’t have much of a story today because I haven’t seen my best friend Novy in DAYS and apparently nobody thought to invite me to the lake.

But Mom is home now.

We threw the ball this morning.

Everything is forgiven.

Mostly.

Next time, Mom is NOT getting out the door without me.

I will be standing directly in front of the suitcase.

I will be conducting a thorough inspection of every vehicle.

And if necessary, I will be getting into the car before she even knows we’re going anywhere.

Because apparently I have to do EVERYTHING around here.

Anyway…

I’m pretending I’m still mad.

I’m really not.

I just want to see my best friend Novy. ❤️🐾

And maybe have her bring me another Green Guy.

Love Coopy

Because clearly, one is not enough.

09/04/2026

Well, yesterday was the first time I got to go walking with Novy since she came back from her “working” vacation in Sudbury, and let me tell you… WE HAD FUN.

Apparently having Novy around unlocks my playing skills immediately. I was running, playing, chasing and generally acting like I was 2 years old again.

Which, unfortunately, doesn’t help me much for the rest of the walk because I get pooped and Novy does not. She has apparently been built with unlimited batteries. I have been built with… less impressive technology.

BUT even better than playing was the fact that Novy brought me a birthday present! 🎁

A KONG Green Guy.

But not just any Green Guy.

A STUFFED Green Guy with a squeaker. 💚

And before anyone asks… NO. I am NOT taking the stuffing out of this one.

I like him in one piece.

It has been 24 hours and he is still completely intact, so I think we can all agree I deserve an award for personal growth. 😂

I also said hello to some other dogs on our walk, even though I don’t really care for dogs that much. Novy handles the socializing for me. She likes everybody. She’s basically the annoying friend who talks to strangers everywhere we go.

And then there were puddles.

Novy went through EVERY SINGLE ONE.

So obviously… I followed her.

There was one dog wearing a FULL RAIN SUIT because apparently he likes puddles so much that he lays down and rolls around in them.

Interesting clothing choice.

I didn’t laugh while I was there because I’m polite.

But I did walk away shaking my head and thinking, If my mom ever tried to put THAT on me, our relationship would be over.

He looked like he was wearing a garbage bag. 😂

Who am I to judge?

Okay, fine.

I judge all the time.

But he doesn’t know that, so it’s okay. Poor fella.

So now I have my pink ball that I love, the man who randomly pulled out TWO brand-new tennis balls for me when Mom and I were shopping, my new Green Guy that I especially love because of who gave him to me, AND some peanut butter chews that someone sent me.

What a GREAT birthday! 🥳🎁

And just so everyone is clear…

I am 2 years old again.

I will remain 2 years old every year.

It’s my favourite number.

I do not like 8.

The door is still open for presents, by the way.

It always will be. 😌

And now I’m already counting down to Christmas!

The only problem is that if the presents smell good, Mom may have to redo some wrapping.

She caught on pretty quickly last year and started putting the presents out the night before.

Apparently she thinks I won’t notice.

Mom.

I’m up all night.

I notice EVERYTHING. 👀🎁

Love and lickies,

Coopy 🐾💚

Kim and Ko.

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