Cooper's Town

We would like to thank Frankie Furter for his furtastic Name Game idea!

It's serendipitous because it was four years ago this month that I was given a new name and then put here:

That's me on the left and my bro on the right.

That's right, doggie prison! And guess who put me here! Mom! Yeah, you read right - MOM! Maybe I should back up and start closer to the beginning...


Mom drove to the grocery store to do some shopping and there we were (me and my brother) - running around the parking lot trying to make new friends and being shooed away by the employees. They told Mom they had called Animal Control for weeks trying to get us picked up, but no one had come. Mom could see we had the mange and knew she couldn't take us home 'cause she had six other doggies at home, so she put us in her car and took us to the SPCA where she hoped they would take care of us and get rid of our mange while she tried to find out who we belonged to or find us a new home. Mom gave them some money and asked them to start treating our mange, but they wouldn't do it. (Long story for another time) We didn't have collars, so she had to give us names for the paperwork. She thought we were a boy and a girl (cause my brother had longer hair that covered - well, you know - and he looks more girly than me) so she decided to call us Ashley and Cooper because those are the names of two well-known rivers in Charleston and she thought a potential new family would think that was cute and adopt us together. Turns out my "sister" was my "brother" (silly humans), so she changed "Ashley" to "Charlie." (Of course, there was that Ashley guy in Gone With the Wind, but I digress.) The SPCA had to keep us for 5 days to give our family a chance to find us. But, after 5 days, if no one comes, they have different plans for dogs with contagious things like mange. Are you following us here? So, Mom found a vet who would quarantine us and treat our mange.

Yippee! A different kind of dog prison. But she came to see us often and brought us toys and treats - and kept trying to find us a new family - and she did! If you're wondering where Dad was all this time, he was out working and making money to pay for our prison stay.  Charlie went to live a guy that drove a convertible - how fun is that. And I went to live with Mom and Dad and a bunch of brothers and sisters - and I'm lovin' it!

Me and Aspen swimming and fetching balls!  I love Aspen the most. 

So, if you got bored somewhere in the middle of this long name story - the short story is:
I was named after the famous Cooper River here in Charleston! So, that makes me sort of famous, right?


Cooper of The Road Dogs