We've been contemplating the addition of a new four legged family member. When I say we, I mean Kevin and Meghan. With Sampson being 12 years old, they feel a puppy may be therapeutic for the old man. They also feel that Sampson will help "calm" a puppy. (I envision a hyperactive puppy pouncing all over the poor, now lazy guy, and Sampson simply raising his head with that Scooby Doo "hmm????" look.)
My argument for the last year has been based on Cooper and his age. Well, after visiting Edwardsville for Christmas and spending lots of time at Stacey and Dave's house with their Bichon Frise, Moberly, my argument no longer stands. Although Moberly is not a puppy, as you can see, he is one of those "yippy" dogs. He doesn't walk. He ricochets. He has as much energy as any puppy I've ever met. As any puppy on Red Bull for that matter. He hops... constantly... onto your lap, onto his "brother" Blue, the large labradoodle, onto Cooper. And Cooper didn't mind. Not one bit. He giggled and giggled and giggled some more.
So, if we do end up getting a puppy, Cooper will be just fine. I, on the other hand, may feel the same way Seth does here...
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