spoon fed

I haven't washed dishes in two weeks. ok, that may not be completely true. i have no clean spoons. that's the problem. none. zero. in the past 4 days i have eaten cereal with a gigantic pasta spoon, a soup ladle, measuring spoons and an ice cream scoop. i wish i were joking. the ladle was by far the toughest to maneuver from the bowl to my mouth and required quite a bit of practice in order to master. but master i did. it's amazing just how much cereal one can consume when you enhance the size of your spoon. delicious. cooper and i have an agreement. in the mornings, i let him out of his suite once he has sat for me. he has to sit or he doesn't get out. he always sits. once freed, we walk around the yard... through the woods play some ball and catch the frisbee a few times. every session of his morning playtime is interrupted by what i like to call the 'squat and whizzle'. i have joined him in this morning ritual many a mornings. however, before i leave for the day, and before cooper returns to his suite, he must execute the final transaction. poopy. yes, i said it. poopy. it's a fact of life. cooper must negotiate the release of the chocolate hostage before i depart. most mornings... you will find me standing in the side yard chanting as if a parade were driving by. cooper go poopy... cooper go poopy... cooper go poopy... he understands what i'm saying. he does his thing and runs to his house to be fed. so smart. once i considered legally changing his name to cooper the super duper pooper. i've often wondered how much the sound carries out where i live... is there an older couple while enjoying their morning cup of coffee on the patio look forward to the 7:30 poopy song from the crazy neighbor across the street? i sure hope not. but the thought of it makes me smile.