July 18, 2017
Any morning I see Cooper, a 6-year-old Irish Setter, en route to the gym is a good morning. But days like today, when I smoosh him and talk to him and he barks at me ("He's talking to you!" his dad said) and wags his tail and smiles up at me with happy eyes in his graying/whitening fuzzy face, are better than good. As I left him, he barked more, and his dad said, "She has to go now, Cooper!" She has to go!" and I wanted to rush back and say, "Never mind. Can we hang out all day?"