A Dog Named Cooper

There's a ritual in our house. Usually, sometime around 8:00pm or so, I head to the only quiet spot in the house to watch tv or spend the evening with my laptop. When that schedule changes, the Dog goes a little bonkers.

If, for some reason, I decide to watch TV in the living room, clean the kitchen, or just work in my corner of the living room known as my office area, Cooper(the DOG) will make it well known to everyone that I am supposed to be in the bedroom with HIM.

First, he will find me and just stare silently. When I notice him, he will run to the bedroom. If I don't follow, he will come back and then run back and forth between wherever I am and the bedroom. This evening, I was using my computer(in my little corner) and the next thing I knew, I felt my chair drop! He'd figured out how to lower my chair. Well, I'm not sure he'd actually figured it out. More likely, he was just trying to push on the chair to get me up. The noise and surprise scared him, so he spent a while under the bed after that.

Finally, I gave up. It wasn't worth the trauma I was imposing on the poor dog, so now I'm curled up on the bed, with Coop beside me watching football and typing here. I'm learning that dogs--much like kids--like to stick to routines!