My boy pug, Kooper, is an idiot. I know that is not nice to say about a pet, but listen to the story and then you be the judge! For those of us who know Kooper, love Kooper. Every morning is a brand new day and he runs out of his new bedroom charging our bedroom whining and yelping for God knows what. Does he want to eat? Does he want to go on a walk? Does he want his bone? Or, did he forget who we were and is crying because he is scared? This morning was no different. Nick stayed the night last night and Scotty thought it would be funny to get Kooper to run downstairs and jump on the couch (like he normally does) not knowing that there was a comatose body sleeping peacefully. Usually Kooper waits for me to go downstairs because he thinks he needs to herd me (he does tight laps around my legs and lightly pushes me in the direction he would like to go). I guess he wasn’t use to seeing Scotty out of the bed before me or something because he followed his directions to go downstairs and see who was here. All lights are off and the house is relatively quiet except for a loud crash followed by some rattling. Scotty goes to check it out (because it is his fault for getting the dog all riled up in the first place!). He starts laughing and says Kooper knocked down the lamp. I frantically yell, “And what are we laughing at?!” The lamp, let me explain, is VERY heavy and has about 200 strategically placed shells. Every shell was hand placed because the hole is only wide enough to accept my closed fist- ONE SHELL AT A TIME! As Kooper rounded the corner of the stairs he had a jult of energy that sent him behind the couch. His curly tail grabbed the cord for the lamp, which probably scared him and sent him even faster thus pulling down the 20+ pound lamp!The lamp went over, the dog went screaming, and the shells are now upside down and not so perfectly placed. In fact, I can see a price tag inside one of them! Kooper refused to go near the lamp- which is a problem because that is the gateway to upstairs or out the door. He ran back upstairs and… get this… would not come down for breakfast!! We all know that this pug eats like it his his first meal in a month. I had to call him and call him and then go get him to come eat. I made him walk past the lamp and he did the yabba dabba doo thing where his legs did a few laps before his body moved. I think his tail is just now curled back up from this morning, probably because he has forgotten about the whole incident! So now I have to empty the whole lamp of 200 plus shells- ONE AT A TIME and replace every shell ONE AT A TIME. This job will have to go on the chore list!

Kooper’s proud mommy