Why I Need My Own Office


There comes a time in a guy’s life when he needs his own space. That time for me is now. Having just celebrated my eighth birthday I pointed out to my parents that I am 56 years old in people years. This makes me the oldest person in the house. I also have a lot of pondering to do now that I am the Lead Dog and a Blogger.

Perhaps I could use Mom’s office. She has two desks so I could work from one but the office is the farthest point from the front or back doors. Since it is my job to protect all the doors it is hard to work from her office. Oh and she’s in there for most of the day doing her own blogging and yakking on the phone. It’s not exactly private space for me.

Having considered Dad’s office as my own since he’s out most of the day, I realize I sleep most of the day. This makes his office a little crowded when he gets home. Oh sure it’s great when we have things to talk about or when he needs me to lay on his shoes. I know where to find him when I have to tell him to fix his watch because it’s time to eat again already but it’s not a great office for me to do my work.

Dad’s office is dark and while I like to do a fair amount of pondering in that office, he’s on the computer a lot. He tells me he doesn’t want to take my dictation and that I need to grow opposable thumbs or hire someone to help me. Sheesh!

Here I sit a poor, office-less, opposable-thumb-less dog who blogs.


Where I Lay My Head

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Where I Lay My Head

My mom and dad take a lot of pictures of me. In most of them I am laying my head on something…a box…a shoe…a pair of shoes…the bottom shelf of anything. Sometimes I like to switch it up and lean on the wall or table leg or chair. I just don’t know why I do this. It’s how I like to relax. It’s hard being a dog and most humans have no idea.

Humans let strangers in the yard and the house. Humans are busy working and not paying attention to the UPS delivery person or the mailman – or in our case lady. It is our job as dogs to be sure the humans know the mail or packages have been delivered. They need to know if someone rides a bike past the house or if their friends are at the door. That’s not all we do as canines.


Where I Lay My Head

We also entertain humans with our tricks of fetch, sit, stay. Sometimes we have to walk our humans and remind them to take us to the doctor. Sometimes we run errands with them and guard the car while they are in the store. I don’t know what they do when go out without us so I worry about my parents a lot.

Being a dog is exhausting which is why I lay my head wherever I can and within a bark of my humans.

You win some. You lose some.


Citifield Summer 2012

Citifield Summer 2012

My mom called me very early this morning to tell me about her trip to NYC. She went to Manhattan to visit her cousins. They had brunch and ended up at the Gay Pride Parade. She said it was an experience. BOL! Then she went to Citifield to the Mets game. She misses the old Shea Stadium but this new place is state of the art. I don’t really know what that means. I do know they play A LOT of fetch at Citifield; could be a great place for me to work.

There are a lot of lessons we learn in life. Mom said she learned about winning and losing last night. While it was great to be with friends and family, a couple of the friends were Yankee fans and the Damn Yankees won the game. When you lose a game it is always good to be gracious. Even though some people were yelling “Yankees Suck” my mom and her family and friends didn’t; they are good sports.

I miss her and Dad said she will be home in less than a week. I better get my act together because she will need me to help her unpack, lay on the dirty clothes, lay on the clean clothes and guard McAuley Freelance Writing. It’s a ruff life so remember that sometimes you lose and sometimes you win and that’s what life is.

Dogs & Cats: Peace Treaty Talks Continue


Guest Blogger, Sam the Fat Cat



Shout to my main dogs Cooper and Dusty for the Guest Blogger opportunity. Shout out to my mom Cindy Cavoto of Fire Brand Social Media for letting me have canine contacts even though I could do without them. Shout out to me for having the ability to type and therefore have no need to have someone take dictation like a couple of canines that I know.

I hereby declare the Peace Treaty Talks of Dogs and Cats continuing. While it may appear on the surface that cats and dogs are alike since we are both furry, that’s where the similarities stop…or at least come to a grinding halt.

8 Reasons Cats are Better than Dogs:

  1. We are smarter and more conniving than any dog on any day will ever be.
  2. We don’t cry and whine or give “suitcase face” when the travel bags are taken out from storage.
  3. In fact we’re happy the humans are leaving and we hope the canines go with them.
  4. We don’t eat things we’re not supposed to or whine when our humans forget to kiss us goodbye.
  5. We clean ourselves. Enough said.
  6. Fetch is overrated.
  7. No exercise required or at least none that requires a leash or any sort of park.
  8. Chicken. It’s what’s for dinner.

All of these points are arguable and I understand that but when bark comes to meow, the meows will always win.

Cooper: He’s Hard Not to Love


Since my mom left for Connecticut on Sunday night, I have been thinking a lot about our relationship. I have a lot of time to think about a lot of things. She’s usually home all day with me keeping me on my toes and ordering me around. She also gives me water, lets me outside, plays fetch and schedules in snack time – all before Dad gets home. When I saw suitcases on Sunday I knew something was happening and I didn’t want to miss it.

When the door opened for Dad to bring these big bags to his truck, I ran out in front of him. He then had to remind me in a not so nice tone that I am black and it is dark so no one could see me when I ran into the street. He’s told me this before but I just get so excited I can’t help myself. We were going FOR A RIDE IN THE CAR and who doesn’t get excited about that!!

I am guessing by the grumbling and my mom giving my dad “the look” that I wasn’t on the invitation list. Seems I may have invited myself which I often do.

Here’s a picture of another time I invited myself:

Apparently I am so big and lovable people can’t say no to me…and that’s a great place to be! Bark if you agree!

Cooper on the couch

Cooper on the couch…sort of…

Birthdays – Memorable and One I want to Forget


Cooper Smooch Face

Cooper Smooch Face

I missed blogging on June 12th because I was getting ready for my mom’s birthday on 6/13. I was also tired because The Boy was over playing with me and working with Mom.

Birthdays are funny. On this Mom and I can agree. She had her last birthday in her thirties. I didn’t know anyone who lived that long. They say a dog’s age times seven is human age but I don’t know how to do that many numbers…

On my fourth birthday I had to have some surgery that I am convinced has made me less of a man…ehr…dog. My dad says it makes me less crazy, more calm and now the cat has nothing to bat around when I go visit her. This summer I will be eight which I am told is twice as old as when I was made half a dog on my fourth birthday.

Math is hard. Fetch anyone?

I Should Know This By Now….


Cooper #pondering

Cooper #pondering

When I started this project with my mom she said (among other things), “And when you eat my things like my peppermint foot lotion, our deal for me to take your dictation is OFF, got it?” I got it. Then I forgot it.

Yesterday I ate my mom’s travel pack for her upcoming trip:

  • granola bar
  • part of a ziploc bag
  • gnawed a bottle of pills that help make a helathy gut
  • gnawed on some electrolyte packets

Mom came home and said words I haven’t heard before and that was AFTER dad called and told her I was hopped up on eletrolytes and granola. I learned my lesson…until the next time I forget…

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