It’s Coco’s “gotcha day” today.
We adopted her into our family five years ago. I can’t believe it’s only been that long. I can’t believe we had Cooper for two years without Coco. It seems like she’s always been here, that she’s always been our dog.
Of course, she wasn’t. She was someone else’s for the first half or so of her life. Docs estimated she was between 5-7 years old when she made her way to us. She was found on the streets of Downey. In the middle of the road, I think. And if I remember correctly, she ran right up to a couple who took her in and handed her over to a rescue.
She was covered in ticks (something like 17 of them), had just recently given birth or was nursing a litter of puppies, and had a uterus infection. Her hair was so wiry, and she looked so hard…we had no idea what a sweet, luxurious, photogenic pup was underneath all that.
She’s such a snuggler. She’s very willful (Arg reports that she was a pill to take on walks whilst we were gone 🙄). She’s very silly with a strong sense of humor. She knows all the best places to sleep in the house. She loves the sun. Loooooooves the sun. And she loves her treats and her food even more. Big time food hound. She almost never makes growls or barks, but she does snore a lot and more little sounds we call “chuff chuffs” which let us know that she’s enjoying herself. She licks my nose like there’s no tomorrow, and when she licks her own, she throws back her head to lick towards the sky and it makes her little ears flop back in the cutest way.
I love you so much, Coco. I cannot imagine lift without you.
She’s pressed into me right at this very moment, falling asleep…which is what I need to do now, too, so I can get up on time for work tomorrow.
Good night all, and good night Coco. Love you 😘