How Cooper earned his nickname :the Pooper"

If you ever visit our home you will probably hear us refer to Cooper as "Pooper", "The Pooper", or "Cooper the Pooper".  Besides the obvious rhyming aspect of the name and the fact that he is followed by a constant fart cloud that smells like poop, there are a few major instances that earned him the name.

Instance #1:

I will set the scene:

Cooper is about 4 months old and hasn't been fully potty trained yet.  It is 8:30 in the morning and I am running late for work so I did not supervise Cooper's morning potty break to make sure that he actually went.  I am in the bedroom getting ready while Cooper is eating breakfast and playing in the living room.

I had just finished getting ready and started heading toward the front door.  As I rounded the bedroom doorway and stepped into the hallway I spotted an ENORMOUS pile of Cooper poop directly behind the couch between me and the front door.  At the same exact time, Cooper spotted me....  As I ran forward yelling ”NOOOOOOO", Cooper ran full speed ahead paying no attention to the fact that he was heading straight for the fresh poop mountain.  He sprinted straight through the poop without slowing.  Poop flew in all directions splattering the floor, the wall, the couch and Cooper. 

Needless to say, between scrubbing floor, wall, mopping the poopy foot prints and washing Cooper, I was pretty late to work.  I am happy to report that shortly after this incident we bought a bell for the door and Cooper was potty trained in a matter of days.

Instance # 2

Scene:

Cooper is about 6 months old, fully potty trained, and broken from chewing on our things. Chase and I had just used our Groupon to Chica's Mexican restaurant and came home to let the dogs out before going out with some friends.  We had to order a dessert to hit our spending threshold on the Groupon so we took a piece of cheesecake to go with us.  Chase and I decided that since Cooper had been doing so well in the house the few times we left him out, we should go ahead and let them stay out of the crate for the rest of the evening while we were gone.  We let them potty, gave Cooper a chew toy and went on our way. 

a few short hours later we arrived home to find a disaster. 

As soon as I unlock and open the door the smell hit me, I knew that Cooper had gone potty in the house.  The next thing that I notice is the bits of Styrofoam to go box all over the house.  I realized then, that we forgot to put the cheesecake in the refrigerator and that Cooper ate it.  Finally, I noticed the full extent of the aftermath: there was poop starting at the beginning of the hallway, trailing to our bedroom, it then trailed from the bedroom door all of the way to the back door.  If this wasn't bad enough, Cooper then ran through the poop several times smashing it down onto the wood and leaving poopy paw prints all over the wood floors.  We had to first wash Cooper so that he didn't trail the poop anywhere else.  After he was clean he had to be contained long enough to take care of the mess, which was torture to clean due to the size that his poop has reached.  Even after all visible signs were gone the house still reeked for 2 days despite the use of candles & room sprays.

Luckily I can say that those are the worse two incidents that we have had.  It still sucks to scoop the giant piles out of the yard, but it is MUCH better than having to clean it off of the floors.