Kim and Ko.

09/02/2026

🎉 TODAY I AM 8 YEARS OLD! 🎉

YAY ME! 🥳🐾

Unfortunately, Mom has decided she doesn’t want me entering my senior years with a little extra “fluff,” so apparently my birthday present is LESS FOOD. 😒 And my snacks have been replaced with VEGETABLES.

VEGETABLES. ON MY BIRTHDAY.

I’m not saying Mom has ruined my birthday, but I’m definitely keeping this on file.

The good news is I’m getting lots of exercise and ball throwing because Mom says I need to work on my stamina. I’m going to be able to keep up with Novy soon! Right now I just have to fake it. I run and play like I’m totally fine, then I push myself until we get home and immediately sleep for the rest of the day.

Mom says this is “not good” and that we need to work on it. 🙄

I DID get some presents, though! I got peanut butter chews, which were delicious. 🥜

BUT…

Novy still hasn’t given me her present.

And I KNOW she has one for me because I am her favourite best friend. ❤️

Pyper, I know Novy can’t read very well yet, so could you please pass this very important message along to the person in her house who has the credit card AND the car?

She needs to go shopping.

This is now extremely important.

Also, Pyper… remember Novy’s allowance for goosing? 👀

She better get her monies out.

Now that we know exactly when I was born, Mom says today is a very special day. Apparently I am officially 8 years old and entering my senior years.

I prefer to think of it as entering my distinguished gentleman era. 😎

We’ve been going to a school with fences all around it so I can safely run and play. Mom liked it because I can chase my ball without her having a heart attack every time she calls me.

BUT YESTERDAY…

All the little brats were back at school. 😒

Apparently summer vacation is over and the humans have decided they need the fenced-in school again.

So now Mom has had to find us a new place to play.

The new place has NO FENCE.

So Mom just prays I listen when she calls me.

Which I do.

Mostly.

What’s more important than my ball and Mom?

My ball first.

Mom second.

But I always know where Mom is, so she’s fine. 😂

Anyway, I’m taking the day to myself today because it’s my birthday and Mom better be on duty.

Any bad guys coming around today can take what they want.

Or Mom fights them.

Happy birthday to ME! 🎂🐕‍🦺

Feel free to wish me a happy birthday today. And if you feel so inclined, I may have an Amazon wish list. Just putting that out there.

Hopefully there will be photos of gifts tomorrow. 📸🎁

~ Coopy, who’s 8 today and still Mom’s bestest boy. ❤️🐾

08/26/2026

Well, the day has barely started and it’s already a 10/10. ⭐️

First, we got up REALLY early and drove over to Pyper and Nova’s house so Mom could drive Pyper to work.

As soon as Mom walked in the house, she was immediately ASSAULTED BY NOVA. 😂

Novy LOVES Mom.

Then Pyper jumped in the car and I decided to do something I have NEVER done before.

I jumped from the backseat, straight into Pyper’s lap and OUT the front door. 🤦‍♂️

I didn’t even know I could fit between the seats.

Apparently I can.

And apparently I was VERY excited to see Pyper.

Usually when we see Pyper, this means Novy is coming with us too. But for some reason, Nova is not allowed to participate in “Take Your Kid to Work Day.”

Not sure why.

Hospitals are full of germs. You’d think a professional dog like Nova would be exactly what they need. 🤷‍♂️

Anyway, no Novy in the car today.

We dropped off Pyp and went for our morning walk. No great finds, and I forgot my ball at home, so it was just a sniff walk.

I’ll take it.

Then…

REMEMBER WHEN MOM MADE ME MAKE SOME KIND OF WISH LIST FOR MY BIRTHDAY? 🎁

I GOT A GIFT!!!

It was waiting for me on the front hall carpet because Mom says I tend to make a mess.

Apparently most humans unbox their dogs’ presents for them.

Not this dog.

THIS DOG DOES ALL OF IT.

It’s messy.
It’s chaotic.
There is absolutely no reason for me to do it anywhere else.

And it’s exactly how I like it. 😂

So I would like to say a HUGE THANK YOU, MICHELLE! ❤️

You sent me the BEST gift!

PEANUT BUTTER BETTER THAN RAWHIDE CHEWS! 🥜

And because I’m allergic to chicken, we are good to go.

I even have video evidence of me opening my present and immediately eating one.

Although apparently now Mom thinks I need to pass the vacuum.

Let’s be clear.

I DO NOT PASS VACUUMS.

For any reason.

I don’t like it.

It moves funny.

It has lights.

It makes a weird noise.

And if my ball even rolls NEAR the vacuum?

IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD.

The ball can be sitting RIGHT THERE.

Not stuck.

Not hidden.

Not under anything.

Just sitting beside the vacuum.

And Mom gets mad because my face is literally right there telling her I need the ball.

She says, “Cooper, JUST PICK IT UP.”

Mom does not understand.

I CAN’T.

IT’S BESIDE THE VACUUM.

I have standards.

So today has already been a 10/10. ❤️

Thank you again, Michelle, for my FIRST BIRTHDAY GIFT because we never knew when my birthday was!

Now we know.

September 1, 2018.

Which means, Mom, there is officially NO EXCUSE.

If people are sending me presents because I’m their favourite German Shepherd, you can definitely get me a cake on September 1st. 🎂

And we celebrate Meme’s birthday the same day, so nobody feels left out.

Enjoy watching me open my present.

This one was pretty easy.

The boxes are harder.

Now I’m going to go off with MY peanut butter snacks and continue having the best day ever.

Honestly, all I need now is a bell and a butler and I’ll be set.

🔔🐾

Any takers? They may be on the list!

https://www.amazon.ca/hz/wishlist/ls/YC97PRWDFB36?ref_=wl_share

Love,
Cooper, the happy, happy dog ❤️

08/23/2026

So, I’m putting myself out there a little bit… 😊 Some of you know I’m an insurance broker - for 30 years now, and I recently became an independent broker and am self employed! And my little woman owned business began.

This year. I’ve submitted Kimberley A Barkley Creative Insurance Solutions to be nominated for the 2027 Canadian Choice Awards!

I’m doing it mainly to build some credibility and visibility for my little independent brokerage and hopefully get my name in front of more people who might need an insurance broker they can trust.

If you’d like to support me, I’d really appreciate a nomination. It only takes a minute. ❤️

👉 https://canadianchoiceaward.ca/nominations/?shareurl=0mxEiIJQVc2FOL5oksrj

Thanks, friends! 🥰

Canadian Choice Award recognizes the best businesses in Canada of all sizes from SMB to mid-size enterprises. Give the recognition!

08/19/2026

I hear a lot about this thing called Karma. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I think it means you get what’s coming to you.

Well, yesterday Karma came through for ME. 🎾

Mom and I went shopping, and she brought me into the stores I’m allowed to go in. Because I am obviously the best boy in the world, when we got to the cash I laid down behind Mom.

Why?

Because her back was turned and I was ON DUTY. You never know when someone might want to bother Mom. A working dog has responsibilities. 🐕‍🦺

Mom was talking to the nice man at the cash and telling him how incredibly smart I am. She explained that if she says, “Cooper, go get Red Guy,” I leave the room, go downstairs, find Red Guy AND Green Guy, and then bring her the correct one.

I was listening to all this praise and basking in the knowledge that everyone was finally recognizing my genius when suddenly…

The man standing behind Mom opened his backpack.

And pulled out…

A SIX-PACK OF BRAND NEW TENNIS BALLS. 🎾🎾🎾🎾🎾🎾

UNOPENED.

Never touched by another dog.

I sat up straight.

Our eyes locked.

The nice man asked Mom if I could have a ball.

I held my breath.

Because Mom does NOT love tennis balls for me. So I was praying to all the Dog Gods that she wouldn’t be a stick in the mud and say, “No, Cooper. He’s not allowed tennis balls.”

I stood there like a statue.

Completely frozen.

Waiting.

I had ZERO CONTROL over the situation.

After what felt like approximately 10 years, Mom said yes.

THE MAN OPENED THE PACKAGE.

AND GAVE ME TWO.

TWO BRAND NEW TENNIS BALLS. 🎾🎾

I was very gentle.

Because I have manners.

Mom asked him, “Do you just walk around with tennis balls and hand them out to every dog you meet?”

Apparently not.

They were actually ALL FOR HIS DOGS.

But apparently he understood that I was a very important gentleman who required immediate access to two of them.

I got a GREEN ONE and a PINK ONE.

And before anyone says anything…

I am absolutely NOT embarrassed about the pink one.

I am very confident in my manhood. 💅🏻🎾

So, Novy…

I know you’re home now, but I haven’t seen you yet because Mom has been very sick.

Which means I haven’t seen my presents.

And I have a feeling that when I finally do see you, you will have broken into my 50%.

Because you have ZERO SELF-CONTROL, little sister.

So while I’m waiting for my rightful share of your presents, I would like to point out that I went shopping with Mom and came home with TWO new things without Mom even having to open her wallet.

That, my friends, is what I believe they call Karma.

My new favourite toys are attached. 🎾💚🩷

~Coopy
Ball is life. Karma is apparently also life. 😂

08/19/2026

Hi everyone!!! 🐾🎉

BIG NEWS!!! VERY IMPORTANT NEWS!!! 🚨🎂

Mom finally found my official CKC paperwork and discovered something I have been waiting my WHOLE LIFE to know…

I HAVE A BIRTHDAY!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Apparently, my real name is Lily Von Cooper (which explains why I’m obviously royalty 👑) and I was officially born on September 1, 2018!

That means I am turning 8 YEARS OLD!!! 🥳🎂🐾

Or, according to the internet, approximately 57 in human years. 😳

And here’s where I have a serious complaint.

Because Mom never knew my actual birthday, I have apparently missed SEVEN WHOLE BIRTHDAYS. 😡

SEVEN.

No cake.
No presents.
No birthday party.
No singing.
NOTHING.

Do you understand the injustice here?!? 😭

So this year, I decided to take matters into my own paws. Since apparently I am the only one around here capable of planning a proper birthday celebration, I MADE MY OWN AMAZON BIRTHDAY WISH LIST!!! 🎁🎁🎁

That’s right, Mom. Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it. 😂

I have posted the link below. And if any of you wonderful people decide that an almost-8-year-old handsome German Shepherd who has spent his entire life protecting his mom, carrying balls, supervising the neighbourhood and being an all-around VERY GOOD BOY deserves a birthday present…

Well… I certainly won’t stop you. 😇🐾

In fact, I have already instructed my assistant (Mom) to record VIDEOS OF ME OPENING MY PRESENTS ALL BY MYSELF so I can personally thank each and every one of you.

I mean, I have waited seven years.

SEVEN. YEARS.

I think we can all agree that I’m owed some catching up. 🎁🎂🤣

September 1st is officially COOPER DAY!!!

LET THE BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN BEGIN!!! 🥳🎉🐕‍🦺🎈

And Mom… you might want to start preparing the cake. I have a LOT of lost birthdays to make up for. 😏

https://www.amazon.ca/hz/wishlist/ls/YC97PRWDFB36?ref_=wl_share

Just copy and paste the link into your Google/Chrome/Edge and it should pop right up for you to take a peek! 👀

I’ll be watching! (And need to learn how to make videos so you can see how great I am at opening gifts. So much so that mom is careful what she puts under the Christmas tree!

Have a great day! Love Cooper, going to be 8!

08/17/2026

08/17/2026

08/17/2026

Cooper’s Monday Morning Report 🐾

Another walk this morning! Got my paws all wet, got some excellent sniffs in, and generally conducted my important morning business.

BUT I have much bigger news.

NOVY IS COMING HOME TODAY!!! 🎉🎉🎉

I am already preparing myself for another walk later because obviously I need to inspect her, hear all about her adventures, and determine exactly how many presents Pyper is bringing me.

I hope Novy isn’t too upset with her parents. I want her in a good mood when we go because that girl has some SERIOUS attitude when she’s unhappy. She will probably ignore Mom and Dad for a while until she needs something. 😂

I will explain to her that Mom thought she would have SO much fun there with the other dogs, swimming pool, lake, jet skis, paddle boards and all that fancy stuff. It wasn’t because Pyp wanted to leave her. I KNOW how much she has been missing her kid.

I understand.

I was once her kid.

Then she moved out and left me with Mom.

She said she would take me when she had her own house.

Mom said:

“Absolutely not.”

And that is how we got the cat.

Well… technically that is how Mom got the cat. I just had to live with the consequences.

His name is Bear. He was found on Facebook and if nobody took him, he was going to the OHS the next day. Mom’s sister said, “Can you not just take him and we’ll find him a home?”

Mom said fine.

So began the Covert Cat Operation.

Mom and Will went to PetSmart to get the cat.

And this cat was literally PASSED THROUGH A WINDOW into Mom’s possession.

No carrier.

No toys.

Nothing.

I swear that cat was giving his previous family the finger as they drove away. 😂

Mom knew absolutely NOTHING about cats.

So Bear, the beautiful black cat who was supposedly already neutered, moved into the house, looked around and basically said:

“Yep. I live here now.”

Everyone immediately wanted to keep him, obviously.

And here’s the thing about Greenbank Animal Hospital.

We had been going there since we moved to Barrhaven in the early 2000s. Mom had taken all of us there for years. They knew our family. They knew our animals.

Or so we thought.

Mom took Bear to his yearly appointments.

Then one year, during his appointment, the vet said:

“Can I take him in the back? I’m not seeing what I should be.”

Mom said okay.

The vet came back and said:

“SHE is fine.”

………

Mom.

LOST. IT.

😂😂😂

Apparently nobody had noticed for FIVE YEARS that Bear was listed incorrectly in their system.

And Mom was especially mad because Bear had been having UTIs, and apparently those are treated differently in boys and girls.

The vet looked at the computer and basically agreed with Mom.

Mom was NOT impressed.

But the final paw came when Mom and Grandpa had to say goodbye to Bhodi. ❤️

They refused because HE hadn’t been in recently… despite him having gone there since he was a puppy.

That was it.

Mom officially broke up with Greenbank.

After going there since the early 2000s.

We now go a little farther to Manotick, where they LOVE me, KNOW I am a boy, and apparently know the difference between boys and girls. 😂

The whole family goes there now.

Including Novy, who has been going since she was 10 weeks old.

So there you have it.

My Monday morning report.

Oh, and one more thing.

Mom has been sick since Saturday and she is NOT looking very good.

So please send some good energy Mom’s way.

Because I have waited long enough for my sister to come home and I CANNOT have Mom lying around being sick now.

I have plans.

Novy is coming home.

There will be a walk.

There will probably be presents.

There will DEFINITELY be some sister attitude.

And there will absolutely be ball.

I have waited patiently.

Well… mostly patiently.

~ Cooper 🐾

08/16/2026

I KNOW it’s been a few days, but I have to be honest.

I am still very sad that Novy isn’t here.

BUT…

SHE COMES HOME TOMORROW. 🎉

I cannot WAIT to hear what new things she has done. At this point I am basically living vicariously through my sister because apparently SOMEONE in this family has to have an interesting life.

And I know there will be presents.

There BETTER be presents.

If they don’t come from wherever she has been working, I know Pyper understands how difficult this separation has been for me and I am confident she will remember our deal.

Because I have suffered.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Spiritually.

And apparently now I have to suffer DIETARY RESTRICTIONS.

Yes.

Mom has decided I need to lose some weight.

Personally, I feel fantastic. I would like that entered into the official record.

But Mom says she wants to see me a little thinner, so apparently my opinions have once again been ignored.

So now I have measured food.

VEGETABLES FOR SNACKS.

And TWO LONG WALKS A DAY.

One with Mom in the morning.

And one with Novy after work.

I am absolutely NOT opposed to the walks.

I am opposed to the concept of starving.

I have expressed my concerns.

Nobody seems particularly concerned about MY concerns.

Yesterday Pyp came over and we went for a 2 km afternoon walk. It was hot. VERY hot.

We stayed in the shade, but Mom has now announced that she will never do that again.

She also said something about, “Why is it hotter at 4 p.m. than it was at 1 p.m. these days?”

I’m no conspiracy theorist…

BUT ISN’T THAT STRANGE?

Back in the pioneer days, before Mom had me to educate her about important things, the afternoon was usually the hottest part of the day.

Now apparently 4 p.m. has decided to become an oven.

Make of that what you will.

Anyway, Mom says we are switching to early morning and late evening walks.

Fine.

Whatever.

At least Novy will be home for the evening walk.

Speaking of Novy…

YOU BETTER BRING MY PORTION OF YOUR PAY.

I KNOW YOU.

And if you tell me you gambled it all away, I am going to have some serious questions.

We have discussed financial responsibility.

You are seven months old.

There is no excuse.

Also, I would like to address an urgent matter.

My pup cups.

This may be my last one ever.

So I am posting this special video of me enjoying it because apparently I am now a dog who has to “watch what he eats.”

If you would like to send pup cups covertly, I will provide a code for you to text.

When Mom says, “What’s this scam?” I will know the package is at the front door.

IMPORTANT:

Do NOT click any links.

You know how this works.

We are professionals.

So anyway…

I am becoming a lean, mean fighting machine.

Not by choice.

But apparently democracy has failed me.

Tomorrow Novy comes home.

And suddenly I have something worth living for again.

Until then, please send snacks.

— Cooper
Currently being starved on a medically unnecessary vegetable-based diet.

08/12/2026

Well today I’m not in a good mood.

Nothing terrible happened here. I still went for my walk. Mom is still standing. There are no unaccounted-for balls. So technically everything is fine.

BUT.

I was sent photos of Novy in Sudbury.

And I am MAD.

You see, Novy is supposed to be WORKING. Like the working dog she is. She is in Sudbury to go goosing. This is a JOB.

Do I have one single photo of her actually working?

NO.

Do I have photographic evidence of her playing POKER?

YES.

And not just playing poker.

SHE WAS RAISING.

I have questions.

First of all, what is she raising?

Her treats?

All the treats she has earned over the last several WEEKS?

The money she has made goosing?

MY PORTION OF THE MONEY SHE HAS MADE GOOSING?

Because let’s remember the agreement here. It’s 50/50.

HALF OF HER PAY IS MINE.

And now I find out she is apparently sitting around Sudbury throwing chips around like some kind of four-legged high roller.

Has anyone actually explained poker to Novy?

Because I have seen that dog make some questionable financial decisions before.

She eats things that aren’t food.

She ate her own life jacket.

She once thought the correct response to pretty much everything was RUN FASTER.

And now she is RAISING AT A POKER TABLE.

I need to know what she is raising.

And more importantly, I need to know what she is LOSING.

Because if Novy comes home from Sudbury having blown her entire goose salary at a poker table, I will be extremely disappointed.

I have bills.

I have emotional needs.

I have balls to maintain.

I cannot be expected to fund Novy’s gambling lifestyle.

I FULLY EXPECT HER TO COME HOME WITH PRESENTS FOR ME.

Preferably several.

Possibly a new ball.

I’m also concerned she has no idea how poker works and is just saying “RAISE” because it sounds exciting.

Meanwhile I’m sitting here at home, responsibly NOT gambling, and somehow I’m the one suffering from depression.

So hopefully people will take a look at my Amazon wishlist and send me something.

I’m not saying this will fix me.

But it certainly won’t hurt.

Apparently I have stuff on there.

That’s it for today.

I’m going to go pout and contemplate whether my business partner needs to be fired.

~ Sad Coopy