R.I.P. Copper

My dog, Copper had to be put to sleep early on Tuesday morning. He quickly developed cancer-like symptoms and the decision was made to end his suffering.

Copper was my high school graduation gift from my parents in 1997. He was such a silly dog. He must have had a foot fetish, since he would constantly steal socks, shoes, and slippers. He had an unbelievable sense of smell when it came to socks. If there was a pile of laundry (clean or dirty), he would often sift through the clothes just to find the socks. He never did anything with the socks or shoes, like chew them up. He just did it so you would chase him around the house. And if he happened to sneak a sock without you knowing it, he would prance over to you and stare at you with his tail wagging at a slow, yet methodical pace – as if he were saying, “nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! I have your socks!” That dog was a hoot.

Another uniqueness that was Copper, was how he VERY rarely lifted his leg to pee. He would just squat – which made my grandma suspect that he was gay.

Copper. You will be missed. I’ll see ya in Heaven, buddy.

God – please take care of my dog. If you’re missing your socks, Copper has them.

Rest in peace, Copper.
(April 24, 1997 – March 4, 2008)

Published by TV's John Hansen

I love power metal. I like writing and telling stories. I like trying to make people laugh. I like making myself laugh more. I like pizza too. I also like writing stories about making pizza laugh.

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