The Poop would like to wish a very very happy 10th birthday to the bestest Little Buddy in the whole wide world, Couper.
Apparently we like Couper, as those are all his presents that he is trying to get to.
I can't believe our little puppy is 10, but he just got a clean bill of health (knock on wood) and he still likes to play more than anything in the world.
Couper playing blankee.
Couper playing wall ball and his throw it off the bed game.
Yesterday, Couper and Godiva's Mommy celebrated a milestone birthday. We were all too busy celebrating to post, so this is a day late. (That's my excuse. It is now in print on the internet, so it must be true)
Anyhow, 10 years ago yesterday, Couper and Godiva's Mommy To Be also celebrated a milestone birthday. She was a mess. It was all she could to keep from climbing the wall and holding the clock at July 24, 2002 11:59PM forever.
This year? No problem. Bring it on.
The difference? Let's run the numbers:
Dachshunds Owned
2002: 0
2012: 2
Seems pretty clear now. Ten years ago, Couper and Godiva's Mommy To Be was 0% on her way to her childhood dream of owning three dachshunds. Today, Couper and Godiva's Mommy is 66.7% there. Makes all the difference in the world.
We have a dachshund coo coo clock. I am going to let that sentence sink in for a minute while you take a look at our dachshund coo coo clock.
If you look carefully, you can see the dachshund coming out of the door as the clock is about to strike midnight. Every hour on the hour (or close, the dachshund coo coo clock is a bit fast), the dachshund emerges from the door and barks at us. Roof roof roof. Roof roof roof. Roof roof roof.
A friend of Couper's Mommy has a dachshund and got this dachshund coo coo clock. The only problem was that her dachshund went nuts every time the clock struck twelve and the coo coo dachshund opened the door and started roofing. Knowing that we are collectors of all things dachshund (how did we miss this item???) she gave us the dachshund coo coo clock to save her sanity.
The only problem is that we have two dachshunds. And they both like to bark at the slightest stimuli. Car honks? Bark. Car doors shut? Bark. Doorbell rings? Bark. Doorbell rings on TV? Bark. Kids playing? Bark. Dog barks (live or on TV)? Bark. This did not seem well thought out.
So, after a week or so of worrying about this, and questions from the previous dachshund coo coo clock owner about how things were working out, we decided to install batteries and hang the dachshund coo coo clock.
We sat patiently in the computer room next to the dachshund coo coo clock with our two dachshunds waiting for the top of the hour. As the time approached we could hear the doors open and the coo coo dachshund emerged. Roof roof roof. Roof roof roof. Roof roof roof. That was the only roofing we heard. Not a peep from our dachshunds. They didn't even turn their heads.
And from then on, the coo coo dachshund roofs at the top of every hour (or earlier, it is a bit fast) and our dogs ignore it. They still bark at cars. They still bark at doorbells. They still bark at kids. They still bark at live dogs. But the coo coo dachshund? Nothing.
The moral of the story? Sometimes you just have to find the right home for your dachshund coo coo clock. We rescued our dachshund coo coo clock in the Spring of 2012.
Couper and Godiva want to wish a very happy Mommy's Day to their favorite mommy, Couper and Godiva's Mommy.
You would think that at this point we have exhausted all of the dachshund related gifts to give Couper and Godiva's Mommy for various holidays. You would think wrong. Couper and Godiva sent me out on a five hour treasure hunt on Saturday to dig up some more. It was semi-successful, but luckily, the Godiva name means we can always fall back on Godiva Chocolate.
Thank goodness the Couper name is spelled differently than the Cooper Tire and Rubber Company. Have you seen what a set of 4 tires runs these days?
My goal by next Mommy's Day is to get Couper and Godiva a license and a credit card. Then I can sit home on a nice May Saturday while they fight the parking and the mall crowds.
But the point to the presents and the reason for all the effort is to point out how much Couper and Godiva love their mommy. She takes extra good care of them. Even when they wake her up at 6:30AM on a Saturday just because they want their breakfast immediately. Way more than their daddy is willing to do. So, for that...
Happy fourth birthday to our favorite puppy girl, Godiva!
Unfortunately, it seems that Godiva got into something she shouldn't have and is a bit under the weather. It is amazing, considering all the things that she gets into (and all the things that she gets into that we have no idea that she gets into), that she is not under the weather 24/7/365. So, we are going to postpone her birthday celebration until next weekend so she can properly get all wound up about her new toys and yummies.
Last weekend we went to Dick's (huh huh) Sporting Goods to buy a small basketball for Godiva's birthday. Seems the other basketballs we had gotten for her on other holidays had mysteriously been beaten up and flattened. We suspect owls.
Anyhow, the ball is not the point of this exercise. Not entirely. When we go out, we keep Couper and Godiva gated in the kitchen. The kitchen is about 25 feet from the laundry room, which leads to the garage.
When we got home from Dick's (huh huh), we put the bag containing the basketball on the dryer in the laundry room. We then took the dogs out to poop, made and had dinner, went out to do our post-dinner potties, and cleaned up. Only then, a good hour and a half to two hours after we got home, did we let the puppies out from the kitchen area.
Upon opening the gate, they sprinted directly to the laundry room and attempted (comically, because they are little dachshunds) jumping to get on the dryer. The only new item on the dryer was the bag containing the ball that we had gotten. There was no neglected package of steaks from Costco. There was no bag of dog food from their gourmet puppy store. And, they do not under normal circumstances whine, jump, and bark at the dryer. Someway, somehow, they knew that there was a present for them on that dryer and they were determined to get it.
All of which prompted Couper's Mommy to say, "Who are you guys?!?" Cue Butch and Sundance:
So, yes, the point of this exercise was to link to Butch and Sundance, but really, how do these dogs know these things? How did they know that was a ball up there (and not a small tire, or a plunger or something)? How did they know it was for them (and not for their out of shape daddy...I guess that is not a mystery)? How did they know it was there (and how did they know it was in the bedroom when we later moved it there)? And, in the end, who really are you guys?
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