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Published on Aug 5, 2009
Copper;; you mean so much to me.
All of this started last summer, near the beginning of the school year. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My mom called me outside- my sister was at soccer, my dad was tending to the garden, and my mom was talking on the phone. Next thing I know I see this man with a dog. I wonder "Who's dog is this?" Then he tells us the story about how he was given to him by tenants that had children, and he wasn't safe around them. He was only a few months old at the time. He was skinny, but you could tell he wanted to see everything around him. We found out his name was Copper. He was so sweet to us.. then my mom said that we can have him. When my sister came home, we obsessed over him. The next few weeks were a struggle for us- he had tons of accidents in the house, and he was very untrained. But over the course of a few months, and only a few more mishaps, he learned to be a basic dog.
We taught him how to sit, sit pretty, lay down, and his newest trick- roll over. He's been to the vets, he's been to the store, he's been to get ice cream from Dairy Queen. He never ceases to amaze me how freaked out he gets by just getting into a car!
He's a little brat, my dog is. He thinks he's a lapdog, thinks everyone wants his kisses, but I love him. Even in his vicious state, even when I ruined him, I loved him. I'll always love him. Copper, you don't know what you mean to me, puppy. ♥