I know it is probably wierd to have a picture of a dog on my blogger, but lets be honest here, how many pictures of myself can I put up before I seem like a wierdo with too many pictures of myself. So, this is Cooper. My sister got him about 2 years ago from Yuppy Puppy. My grandma went against my parents wishes and bought her a dog. She wanted a little dog so she could tote him around like Paris Hilton does...dogs are the new accessory. The novelty wore off real quick, and when she moved into my mom's house she brought the dog with her. This caused some problems, because in my mom's house we already have one dog, Simba. My mom is counting the day until Simba dies...(as horrible as that sounds), so she was less then thrilled to have a second dog. Not to mention he is unruly and undisiplined and was barely housetrained. Of course I take him under my wing and get very attached. Soon after she moved in she met her boyfriend. He is 34 and owned a house. She became incognito, and was very rarely seen. In the mean time the dog greatly improved. He is a pomeranian, and they are yappy by nature, but he was potty trained and started listening when I reprimanded him. He started sleeping in my bed every night, and I was convinced that I would keep this dog forever. My mom drops the bomb that she is sending him down to Florida with my grandmother because her boyfriend Steve is allergic to him. Now, this dog does not even shed...he just didn't want the dog around. I got into a little tift with him, and told him that he has his own house and he didn't have to be in our house. I knew that my mom had grown to love Coop, but she was torn. I raised hell, and sure enough I got the dog to stay. My mom also felt that since Simba only had a couple years left to live, and he seemed to "come alive" since Cooper had moved in, she felt it would be best to keep the dog. SOOO....now the dog is mine and he sleeps with me every night and he makes me laugh everyday. He is a little bit of a brat, but nothing we can't work on. Well anyway, today is thursday and Brian and I are going to a Tegan and Sarah concert tonight in the city. OHHH...and I still haven't heard back about my interview I had on monday....!! I am feeling very rejected today. Everytime the phone rings I hope that it is her calling to tell me I got the job...! I have another interview tomorrow at a domestic violence shelter...so we shall see. I gotta run....