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A Dog and His Boy


We have a dog. Cooper. If you have seen the movie, or read the book, Marley and Me, you have "met" our dog. Except Cooper is a Golden Retriever. A large Golden Retriever. He eats any toys left on the floor, but leaves scraps that fell from the dinner table. He will chew on the boys' arms to play. And he can knock K and J over in a moment. The boys love him, but do not like playing with him. Nor do they really like him around when they are playing. K's favorite saying, in reference to Copper, is "Put Cooper in his crate!"

But Copper has found a new friend in our house. Baby A. Baby A does not seem to be intimidated by Copper's size, his reputation, or even his teeth. I think Baby A really likes Cooper. A has been crawling up to Cooper to touch his feet and grab his ears whenever Cooper is laying on the floor.


Here A is poking Cooper in the eye!




Here A is sharing a toy with Cooper (and Copper did not even eat it!!).



Holding hands (Paws? Hand and Paw?).

Hopefully this friendship will last when A starts walking and can be knocked down by his new buddy!

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  1. You son is adorable!!! I just want to eat him all up :0).....he he he

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  2. These pictures are so cute...but I will not be taken in by them. Marley is a terror and while he may take a cute picture from time to time he continually is getting into trouble (sometimes not his own fault as a large awkward dog) but often of his own making. Did I state that clearly enough :)

    By the way, didn't I show you the scratches on my arm from him???

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