One of my sister's former dogs, Cooper, was the dog who thought he was a person. Seriously! He'd raise his paw in response to my command, "Give me five!" And I gave him five!
Another way that Cooper thought he was a person was the way that he loved being dressed up in a costume for Halloween. My sister even entered him in an animal Halloween contest, and no, he didn't win, but he had fun.
Cooper also loved to dance. He'd stand on his hind legs and let you hold his paws. He was a great partner for walking or running down the street.
But at the same time, he wasn't exactly a young dog. In the summer of 2006, Cooper began to slow down, preferring to walk slowly or lie down instead of being more active. He had frequent diarrheas and had to be taken to the vet's office, where he was diagnosed with some sort of blood cancer. Later on that year, poor Cooper passed. But today, he lives on in our memories and hearts. One dog in a million.
Life is hard
3 years ago