Follow Up: Cooper
My name is Cooper and I want to tell you a little about my family and
myself. A few months back, I was living with a really great foster
family (my original family could not keep me and had turned me over to
rescue). I loved them and had tons of fun with my foster sister, Spot, a white Boxer and my human foster brother. My foster Mom was a groomer, so she made me look great, but then again she had a lot to work with! I enjoyed living there but my foster Mom and Dad said that I would soon find a new family to love and I just had to be patient.
Luckily, my new Mom happened to see me on the Northeastern Boxer Rescue Website and the family sent in an application. Because I was living pretty far away from them, they were worried they would not be able to adopt me.
There is a very nice lady at NBR named Jane who thought this new family would be perfect for me so she gave the green light! My foster Mom said I'd be moving to Maryland. She told me all about my new family and I was even going to have a human sister and brother who are twins! I was so excited and could not wait for the big day.
When the big day came, I had a very long ride in the car to meet my new Mom, Robyn and my Pop Pop Wayne. My new Dad, Matt, waited at home with the twins, they thought the drive might be too long for the kids. When I saw my new Mommy, I was so excited, I knocked her down and smothered her with kisses! She did not seem to mind at all and was so excited herself. She kept telling me I was soooo handsome, what guy doesn't like to hear that? I was a little sad to say goodbye to the nice lady and her husband who drove me so far but I also could not wait to get to my new home. I snuggled in the back seat with my new Mom; I kept staring into her eyes so that she would know I loved her.
Everyone had been calling me JR, but my new Mom called me "Cooper", that was fine with me
new name, new life. I was on my way home.
I greeted my new family with lots of juicy boxer kisses and that boxer wiggle dance that they call "the kidney bean." Dad kept saying he was afraid I'd break in half, but I was just so happy. My new sister was a little afraid of me, so I gave her some space. I knew I loved her a lot already and she would warm up soon enough. My Dad and brother kept giving me great hugs; I loved all of the attention! Soon it was bedtime, and when Mom and Dad started turning out the lights, I hurried upstairs to get a comfy spot in bed! Mom and Dad were pretty surprised and they thought that was hysterical for some reason. Instead, they showed me my new bed on the floor next to Mom, now and then I still sneak in bed though!
I sure love my family. My sister warmed up very quick and now she is sort of like a little Mom to me. She even covers me with a baby blankie when I
nap. The kids and I do everything together. The three of us get in the sandbox and dig and dig. I even dig in the sand by myself sometimes. This is one busy family, we walk a lot. When I first got here, my muscles were even a little sore because I played so much. I have a best doggie buddy named Sidney; he is a yellow lab. Our families get together often because we both have fenced in yards where we can zip around like lunatics. My mom and the kids and I go to playgrounds a lot and everyone there always laughs because I go down the slides. It is not a big deal to me because I do that all the time at home. You know us boxer's just want to have fun! Boxers like me are so smart, too. Mom and Dad have taught me how to shake one paw and then the other. I also sit when someone gives me the hand signal and I can sit up and also go down. I'm working on crawl but I do not have that perfected, yet!
I'm a regular Einstein!
Well, I just wanted to tell you about my family and me. There are many other great boxers just like me who are looking for a family like yours. Take a peep at my friends in the available dogs section, you just might find your new baby there. Then you and your family can bask in boxer love.
Love,
Cooper
Cooper's adoptive family writes:
Our adoption of Cooper really began about 11 years ago with another boxer
named Mugzy. As fate would have it, an emaciated and scarred little boxer
boy came into our lives with in a week of telling everyone that my then
boyfriend and I were going to get a boxer when we married. We had fallen
in love with a neighbor's boxer puppy and knew boxers were the breed for
us. Mugzy, as we decided to call him, strutted into an industrial
shop where my brother was working at the time. He was collar-less and very
hand shy as well as more than a little scared. True to his breed, he
remained trusting and did not give up on the love of humans easily. Later
that day, we met and began a love affair that lasted 10 years until the
day I held him as his life-long vet helped him pass to the rainbow bridge.
10 years of severe epilepsy and kidney failure had taken their toll and it
was time for him to go. He left an indelible mark in our lives and will be
forever missed.
About 18 months later, we began looking for a new boxer baby to fill our lives with the joy that only a boxer can. We briefly looked into breeders but as soon as I found the rescue sites, we knew we had to have a rescue. We filled out an application and inquired about a few dogs but I was continually drawn to a 8 month old named J.R. He had such a sweet face and in his pictures he always looked a bit surprised. Unfortunately, he was fostered 5 or 6 states away from us so we never really thought he would become a reality. Our application was approved and the wheels of rescue got rolling.
Jane from Northeastern said she thought J.R. would be a great match for our
active family. We have girl/boy twins who were 3 and3/4 at the time, so it was important for our new dog to be great with
kids. J.R. sounded perfect, just like I thought!
We prepared for our new little (70 lbs at 9months) brown baby with all the glee of new parenthood. New bed, tons of toys, toy basket, new collar and leash, and a shiny heart shaped tag. Now we just needed the baby! After much anxious anticipation, it was decided that my father and I would drive to the NYC, NJ line to get the new doggie. My husband and the twins, Callie and Cole would stay home and wait for the new arrival. I really wanted to continue with my alliteration of names and name the new addition, Cooper.
My husband was not so sure and wanted to wait till I got home with him to decide on a name. The decision was made when we passed a huge Cooper tire plant on the way to NY. I had never even heard of Cooper tires!
When I set eyes on Cooper for the first time, he was so much more handsome than I had ever hoped! He literally knocked me down with his love and smothered me in those wonderful warm and sloppy boxer kisses. As my Dad drove us home, Cooper and I snuggled in the backseat and got to know each other. In typical boxer fashion, he looked like he could not wait to start this new adventure. He played with the toys I brought, hung is big head out the window to gulp at the air rushing past and sometimes just dozed with his head resting in my lap.
The red carpet was rolled out and Cooper was greeted by the welcoming committee with open arms. Except, little Callie was more than a little afraid! All of that changed in a couple of days and now you would never know she had an inkling of fear. Cooper looks to Callie as a second mom and she babies him endlessly. She even covers him with a baby blanket when he naps and if she thought he would cooperate, I know she'd have him in her doll stroller. Cooper and Cole together can be a couple of
mischief makers, but then again, boys will be boys. Cooper definitely thinks he is now a triplet..
The three of them do everything together, play ball, dig in the sandbox and even get in the swing-set fort and go down the slide. When I say it's naptime, Cooper is the first one up the stairs!
Cooper has filled a hole in our lives that we really did not know was there. He is our baby and our friend and has brought us joy and laughter. When he lays his heavy, wrinkled head in your lap, you feel nothing but love. One look into those seemingly innocent deep, velvet-brown eyes, and it's very hard to sternly tell him that doggies are not allowed to shred the toilet paper or steal the bath toys from the tub. Our home is always filled with laughter because he is such a clown. We look forward to many happy years filled with Cooper's Capers.
Cooper's (JR's) original information
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