I have to tell you about Cooper. 

The first time I saw him, I fell in love with him.  But someone else owned him.  I had been out of the country for 2 yrs, and was dog less.  I would have loved to have a Rottie, my breed of choice, but I was short of funds.

The day I saw him, I was 60 miles from home.  A fellow was out in the front yard playing with him.  I stopped and chatted, and promised to stop by with some info on Rotties.

That night, on my way home, I stopped by my Pastor's house.  I was talking with his wife, telling her about this dog, when he came in the room and said "One day, that dog will be yours"  I laughed, "Dan, the boy loves that dog, there is no way."  I did not even know the guy's name.

Three weeks later, I was up in the same area, when I received a page.  It was Pastor Dan, with a 911 attached to the end.  I called, thinking my Mom had died, or something.

"Karla, the boy with the Rottie, you need to go see him today” Dan Said

"Dan, I don't have time"

"Karla, shut up and go."

So, I shut up and went.  It was about 3 in the afternoon; the man's wife comes charging out of the house screaming "You the lady that likes Rotties?" "Get that damned dog out of here, I want him gone now"

"Maam," I replied, "when will your husband be home? 3:45? I will be here at 4pm"

That night I took home the best dog I ever owned.  Or should I say owned me.

Cooper taught me alot about life, and dogs.  There are future stories that I will share about him.  But he was the best dog I ever had.

He passed away a few years ago.  Cancer.