His people were on their annual excursion to Stamford Thanksgiving Parade, so I had Cooper:
Looking dapper in his bowtie:
A visit with Mom & Ed. Ed gave him a Stella Dorro breakfast treat, so Ed has a friend for life!
Enjoying the woodstove. He outright refuses to use the dog beds, I guess he still smells Oscar on them nearly two years and a washing later.
I dropped his food container coming into the house. He volunteered to clean it up -- and got every last kibble.
It's 6:55am on Sunday. He wasn't impressed I get up that early on the weekends. At. All.
He did supervise me hanging up some garland -- one of the few things I got done Sunday nursing this stupid cold I have: