This blog is almost always about radio. In fact, I’ve made it a personal rule to always try to tie what I’m writing about into my job as a reporter. Today, however, I must break that rule. This story was too good not to tell.
A few months before we met, my wife bought a dog. I’ve blogged about this furry family member before. His name is Cooper. He’s a schnauser-poodle mix, commonly known as a ’schnoodle’, and he’s a barrel of fun.
When my wife bought Cooper, he was just a puppy, and she had a hard time deciding between him and his sister, who were both for sale at the same place. After playing with both, she made the tough decision of going with the male and naming him Cooper. As it turns out, it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
My wife is a dental hygienist, and yesterday, through a conversation with a patient, she came to realize that he had purchased Cooper’s sister right after she bought him. All the facts made sense. Same store, same time of year, same schnoodle.
It turns out this patient had purchased Cooper’s sister for his in-laws, as a thank-you for helping out with their wedding. And by some strange set of circumstances that can only be explained by something out there in the cosmos, Cooper’s sister was promptly named…….Cooper.
So as you can imagine, we now have to get Cooper and Cooper together. As my dad put it, “George Foreman named all his kids George, and now Cooper’s parents named all their kids Cooper”.
What a world.