Cooper was bit by another dog yesterday while out for a walk.  I was not there for the actual bite, but I still experienced the trauma of knowing someone I loved was hurt and there was almost nothing I could do about it.  We took him to the emergency vet (we were so panicked that I’m amazed we managed to make it there in one piece), and the vet repaired our little guy’s cheek with tissue glue.  This experience is really making me think about the responsibility of dog ownership, how hard it is to know what’s going on in their heads, and how much we can care for someone so little and furry.  I know most of the time that Storm is safe in the house where very little real harm can come to him, but Cooper is often out in the world and at the mercy of those bigger and stronger than him.  Watching Storm sleep contentedly on the couch and Cooper alertly looking out the window at the street below, all I can think about is how much I love my furry family.