On Sunday evening we took Cooper out for his first 'official' walk in a park, Palisades Park, near the Pacific Ocean in Santa Monica.
Now that he's fully vaccinated we're trying to do THREE things:
A.) socialise him with other dogs and people, especially those pesky children
B.) tire him out so he uses up all his boundless puppy energy
C.) train him to poop and pee outside.
Hmm, now who exactly was walking who?
There were lots of people around, others walking dogs, traffic noise from the road, children playing - so it was all great exposure for him. He was so well behaved too.
It was also great to be near the ocean again, after a few weeks of driving over to Burbank to walk Cooper 'unofficially'. Aside from the sound of the ocean and the nice evening breeze, the sky had amazing colours in it as the sun went down.
We walked through the park, with the Santa Monica Pier in the background, and as you can see took some pictures of him with us for a change (otherwise all we'd have were pictures of Cooper on his own, which is no bad thing, but I also want some of him with his daddies as he grows up).
As you can see he's getting so big and quite heavy to pickup for photos now (I'm not strangling him). I think the technical term is 'big lump'.
In other dog-walking news, I'm getting used to the early morning 'walkies'. Luckily Cooper doesn't understand what that word means yet, not like 'biscuit'.
Unfortunately it's a tad hit or miss whether he poops or piddles outside yet. Normally he saves it all up for just after we walk back into the apartment and onto his training mats.
I've already found out that there are at least two other Cooper's in the dog-walking neighbourhood and I also have an idea of which dogs are best avoided (those that don't like energetic puppies jumping up at their faces).
We've even met an enormous one year old puppy called Benny (I think he's either a Groenendael or a Pyrenean Mountain Dog), who literally batted Cooper away playfully with one of his gigantic paws, putting him firmly in his place (a bit of karma after Cooper has been riding roughshod over his gal-pals Ginger, Dot and Loki).
We're still having the usual communication problems with passersby and neighbours though.
What's his name? Cuba? Cupid? Conner? Hooper? It's COOPER, surely our accents are not that bad.
C.O.O.P.E.R., you know like the car. Ah, then they get it and it's all 'mini-Cooper'. Yes, hilarious!
Anyway, his first walk in the park in Santa Monica was a lovely way to end the weekend and to remember Cooper's first major outing.
I'm sure we'll be returning there lots in the future and to many other exciting places in Southern California to take Cooper for walks...