I sit here writing my first MMW post, next to the most recent addition to our family. It has been nine months since Cooper came to live with us. Cooper is a black, male, standard poodle. Now I never, ever saw myself as a "poodle" person, yet I've had to Eat My Words (as opposed to "Marking My Words"). Cooper is smart, gentle, soft, loving, and quite possibly a perfect pet.
So now, I wrestle with the notion that perhaps I had those "foofy poodle people" all wrong. How could that be?
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