tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57194082708766460152024-03-13T10:29:52.946-07:00Cooper's CornerTamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719408270876646015.post-33020948878486555512011-07-19T05:23:00.001-07:002011-07-19T05:28:27.634-07:00Hrmph<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs5YYa12cW8/TiV3dC-LrnI/AAAAAAAABSk/2MsylE_RTi8/s1600/Cooper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs5YYa12cW8/TiV3dC-LrnI/AAAAAAAABSk/2MsylE_RTi8/s400/Cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631038249994268274" border="0" /></a>Cooper is feeling: <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Grumpy</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cooper's thought of the day: 'If it's called a play-date, why don't I get to play? Why does the monster get to have all the fun?"</span>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719408270876646015.post-59591256742362058252011-01-04T04:35:00.000-08:002011-01-04T04:40:28.869-08:00Bliss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tY0_g5Qe1oM/TSMUjKC299I/AAAAAAAAA5I/NRnXAwKwxgg/s1600/Pampered%2BPuppy%2BCooper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tY0_g5Qe1oM/TSMUjKC299I/AAAAAAAAA5I/NRnXAwKwxgg/s400/Pampered%2BPuppy%2BCooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558308959329646546" border="0" /></a><br />Cooper is feeling: <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pampered</span></span><br /><br />Cooper's quote of the day: "The secret to my gorgeousness is regular trips to the salon and 18 hours a day of beauty sleep."Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719408270876646015.post-5930394465493443412011-01-04T04:25:00.000-08:002011-01-04T04:34:47.523-08:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tY0_g5Qe1oM/TSMSaL2CppI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pS6WzYsvESM/s1600/Christmas%2BPuppy%2BCooper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tY0_g5Qe1oM/TSMSaL2CppI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pS6WzYsvESM/s400/Christmas%2BPuppy%2BCooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558306606170678930" border="0" /></a><br />Cooper is feeling: <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Festive</span></span><br /><br />Cooper's thought of the day: "I wonder if I should let Max sleep in my bed tonight? A dog bed can't be that different to a manger..."Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com0