I am a Cockapoo. Part Cocker Spaniel and part Poodle. Not sure who thought that was a good idea, but I think I turned out alright.
I was born on the mean streets of West Orange, NJ. I made it out the old fashioned way, some suckers from Philadelphia drove me out. I thought my parents would name me "Surrender" since my first reaction when I meet other dogs is to immediately roll on my back. For some reason my dad decided to name me after a song written by the Grateful Dead. Dad looks pretty straightlaced to me. Who knew?
Life in the suburbs can be a bit slow. Other than barking at the Amazon driver, the four or five times a day he comes to our front door, I have a pretty mellow existence. My mom takes me for long runs every day. But I can't wait until dad comes home so we can sit on the couch, watch TV and eat caramel popcorn together.
One of my human brothers already left for college and the other one is going in the fall. I keep hearing my parents talk about how soon they will be living in an "empty nest.” Boy, do I have news for them.