... or staying up at night wondering about this guy.
He's fine.
In fact, The Pooper is better than ever.
Still as spoiled rotten as ever.
Took him and H took to the Dog Park last week.
Cue comedic footage of me, baby in stroller, and wild lab on leash getting down ramp to said Park.
And then panning to watch my horrified face as he found every single mud puddle to roll around in.
It was glorious, to say the least.
Strike that pose, Cooper.
Flash your pearly whites.
See that mustache?
Don't think I don't all him Tom Selleck when he's been bad.
(Which is slightly weird for me, since I habor a crush for Mr. Selleck since his "Three Men and a Baby" days...)
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