14
Teegan
Cooper tugs on the leash and I almost fall flat on my face before getting my footing back on track. At least it’s not raining anymore.
“I thought you were trained,” I mutter.
A man passing me on the path smiles with amusement at the huge dog pulling me down the walkway.
“Cooper!” I scold and he stops, looking back at me like he had no idea I was even there. “Good boy.” He prances a few steps. Well, prances isn’t quite the word when it comes to Cooper, maybe more like waddles since his back legs are bowed.
We find a good rhythm and I follow the directions Leo told me to take. It’s a short one, he said, but if Cooper doesn’t go out he tends to get antsy all night.
“You want to go a bit longer?” I say, thinking that will only help him rest so Leo can do the same.
Cooper lick
