A Dog among dogs! I don't always mention my constant companion, but you've probably seen his picture many times in my photos. Corey is such a close friend of mine, that when I'm rolling alone, people ask me"Where is your little dog?". If you haven't noticed in the pictures, Corey is a ten pound, white, Cockapoo. He and I have been together for eight years. We found him in a pet shop in Orland Park and he has become part of the family since the minute I carried him out of the shop and he nuzzled into my neck on the ride home. Corey had been in the pet shop for one day before we walked in just to "look " at the puppies.
We never mention the fact that Corey was the cheapest dog in the shop or that we almost picked the little, black pure-bred poodle. We do tell everyone that in reality, Corey picked us. We weren't really expecting to buy a dog at all. We were just in the mood to look at cute, little, pups that particular day. We had walked all around the store. Looking at little pups, big pups, cute pups and not so cute pups. It is really difficult to look at the little dogs and not want to play with them when you're an animal lover. We discussed the fact that "if and when" we did decide to purchase, we would need a small enough dog so that he wouldn't knock me over. One that didn't shed and one that wouldn't eat us out of house and home.
Before we realized, we were playing with the "soon to be" Corey. He was fun, but we had just started looking. "Let's look at that little black female poodle." I said. The attendant put the little black poodle in the play area. "How cute!", I exclaimed. With that, I couldn't help but notice that the little white dog was going NUTS! What on earth? Corey was frantically scratching at his cage. It was as if he was saying, "No, no, no! Pick me. pick me." I looked quizzically at Jerry and said, "I think he thinks that he belongs to us." He just went wild in that cage! Barking, jumping, doing whatever he could to get our attention. Even though we tried ignoring him, each dog that we did look at and play with made Corey bark and scratch at his cage even harder. "I think that little dog knows something that we don't know!", I said. We walked out with the little, white Cockapoo, less than a half-hour later.
Well, We have never regretted that decision. Corey has never, on his own, left my side. We are TIGHT! It can be a pain at times, but Corey even at eight years of age, will follow me from room to room every second of the day. If I am in the kitchen and decide to go into the bathroom, Corey will wake (I think he sleeps with one eye open.) and follow me where ever I go. He will then wait for my next move. When I rest, he rests preferably in my lap or at least nearby. He even sits next to me when we eat. He will jump into my wheelchair when I'm not in it, just to be close. Sleeping in the family bed is a must, going on vacation a given and walking in the Neighborhood is a several times a day occurrence, weather permitting.
Protective, loyal, and the best companion that anyone could ask for, Corey has also saved me lots of money when it comes to psychotherapy. He is a wonderful listener. I can tell him my darkest, deepest thoughts and he will never break our confidence. He does know various words even though I have read that dogs don't know the spoken language. He is extremely intelligent even if he was the cheapest pup in the pet shop. He can even talk! He can say "mama" and "I love you." And when I ask him "How would it be without each other, he answers, Ruff!". Now that's a smart dog!
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