January 21, 2010.
I think my dog is dead. or stolen.
My heart is sad.
9 p.m. I came home last night from Bible Study and I think he ran out of the garage without us realizing it.
11 p.m. When we went to bed...we couldn't find him.
12 p.m. Jer went driving around to find him. No luck.
8 a.m. Cooper was not barking at the door.
10 a.m. Me, Jax, Maddox went driving around to find him. No luck.
4:30 p.m. Still no Cooper.
Pray that if he was stolen, his new, mean, thief family will treat him well.
Pray that if he got hit, that he is not suffering.
Pray that I can get it together. :(
I'll tell you a couple stories about him for your reading pleasure.
When Jaxson was little, he use to turn around in circles at the back door if he wanted to go outside because that is what Cooper would do. Smart teacher, smart student.
Cooper always got to sleep in our room if I was drying laundry when we went to bed because he is scared of the washing and drying machines. He is also scared of storms. Sweet puppy.
We got Cooper when he was two. He is now five.
When Jaxson first started calling Cooper by name, he called him "tooper," then it evolved into "pooper" (fitting.), and finally..."cooper."
If he comes home, I will love him better.