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It’s #WobblyWednesday with Cooper the Woofie!

June 30, 2015 16 Comments

#WobblyWednesday

Hello, furiends! Thanks for stopping by today to celebrate #WobblyWednesday with me! Today I have a very special furiend joining us. This guy is way cool – he’s got the same special feature as my furiend, Crepes, which I’m sure many of you know. I guarantee you are going to leave here today feeling inspired. Well anyway, before I give too much away, I’d like to introduce you to…

#WobblyWednesday Interview with Cooper

Age: 3 years old. Birthday: 11/11/11 — pretty neat! 
Breed: Hound/Collie Mix
Favorite activity/toy/game: BALL! 
Favorite food: Fresh, refrigerated dog food and dog biscuits
Special Feature: Tripawd!

Cooper, thank you so much for joining me for Wobbly Wednesday! I’m so excited to be hanging out with you today. Will you start off by sharing your rescue story with us?
My brothers and sisters and canine mama were found in a house in Tennessee.  We had been abandoned and left in a closet, or mama went into the closet, after she was abandoned by her family, and decided we’d be born there.  We’re not exactly sure.  A nice gentleman found us in there and took us to a shelter, but in that area of Tennessee, shelters aren’t really shelters – that’s what mom calls a misnomer.  I think she means that the place called a shelter is really a bad place where dogs are just numbered, and if a dog is there too long, then he or she can be euthanized, which is a thing that should be reserved for super-sick and old dogs, not for healthy, young dogs like us!  So, somebody from Massachusetts was nice enough to make frequent trips down to Tennessee and rescue animals, and we were the lucky ones who were rescued back in 2011 right before Christmas.  Massachusetts is colder than Tennessee, but we like it here.
I was adopted originally by a nice family, but somehow I broke my leg in a million places, and they didn’t really know what to do, and didn’t have a lot of money, so their veterinarian told them to keep me in a crate so I wouldn’t hurt my leg worse.  I was only 5 months old at the time, and nobody remembers exactly what happened.  It was really hard for all of us because all I wanted to do was run and play, but my leg was broken and I was stuck in a crate.  After a while, my first family realized this was a bad situation, so they returned me to the rescue people. Rescue sent out an email to the other families who had adopted my brothers and sisters, to see if one of them wanted a brother with a bum leg!  Wouldn’t you know it, Kathy, who is a real softie, and who had adopted my big brother, (and I do mean BIG), Charlie Brown, decided she was interested.  She came to visit me, and I had a little reunion with Charlie Brown, and we adored each other so much because we had been the last two puppies to stay with our mama dog after all the others had been adopted, so it was super cool to be able to see each other again. 
Kathy was really happy to see how well we got along, and said she wanted to add me to her furever home where Charlie lived with another dog, Hobie, and three cats.

It sounds like you had a rough start to life – thank goodness you were rescued and now have a loving and furever home! That mom of yours sounds like she has a big heart! We are glad that she adopted you into her family. But dude… breaking your leg into a million pieces? That doesn’t sound fun at all. Can you tell us more about that?
The veterinarians decided it was best to amputate my front leg, because the only kind of surgery that could have been tried was something they called “experimental”, and in fact the vet said she wouldn’t even try that on her OWN dog, and she wouldn’t want to put me through that ’cause it might not even work.  
I had my leg amputated, and stayed with my foster mom for a few weeks, and then Kathy came to get me and bring me to my furever home in August of 2012 when I was about 9 months old. 

I don’t blame you for saying no that that “experimental” stuff. Sounds scary to me. But so does getting your leg amputated! You sure are brave! Does having only three legs affect your every-day life very much?
Having only three legs doesn’t make me any different from anyone else.  But Mom is always worried about my jumping-on-people problem. I can be kinda dangerous because of “The Claw”, as she calls it.  I try not to jump on people, but I love humans SO much, I can’t help myself! I’m not as large as Charlie, but I’m not small, either, even if I was the runt of the litter. 
I can run just as fast as my huge brother Charlie, and I can go up the stairs “wicked fast” as they say here in Mass., plus I can get onto and off of furniture like nobody’s business.  Throw a ball, and I’ll go get it.  One of my favorite things to do is hop up on the picnic table in the back yard and BARK for as long as I can until Mom comes outside and hollers at me to come back into the house!  If mom leaves the window of the car wide open, I can jump into the car just like a cat, from a seated position.  So, yeah, there’s really nothing different about me… and I bet Charlie Humongous can’t jump into the open window of the car from a seated position, or from ANY position, for that matter!  I don’t like it when the humans try to assist me, I prefer to figure out a way to do things myself, either that, or I just don’t do the thing.

A video of Cooper playing with his brother Charlie. If you couldn’t just plain see that he has a 
missing a leg, you would never be able to tell that he’s a tripawd! He gets around just like any other dog!
 Click here to view on YouTube if it doesn’t work below.