Just Cooper

Here he is...the flea bag, in the flesh. Definitely grown out of the roly-poly fuzzy puppy stage and is quickly entering the gangly, ridiculously awkward leggy stage of life. Like me, in 7th grade.
I thought I'd take his picture to remind myself that he is very cute and lovable, despite his many aggravating habits, like picking up fleas, pooping in my house, chewing on shoes, and stealing my bras and hiding them in his pet bed.
He's worth the aggravation, doncha think??