You may recall that Cooper had a solo adventure a few months back where he was missing for 30 hours. Coop hasn't flown the coop lately but the situation has become embarrassing. As I walk Cooper around the neighborhood, neighbors ask, "How's the escape artist doing?" or "How has the Houdini hound been behaving?" A guy with a standard poodle, who insists his dog is a great on pheasant, is one of the orators of these snide remarks. I smile politely and laugh at their jokes and keep walking. An, yes, standard poodle replete with pom-poms of fur. Coop is oblivious to the entire situation. He likes it that everyone knows his name, though our neighbors have a hard time remembering mine. It's great to have friendly neighbors and guess having the label of the guy with the runaway dog is better than the guy with the runaway bride.