When my aunt decided to go on vacation, she dropped of one of their two dogs off at our house. The dog’s name was Cooper. He was an Australian Shepherd dog. He was white with the exception of black fur on the ears, feet, and a big “Mickey Mouse” shaped spot. Because I lived near a park, my mom and I would take him there for a walk. One time, this young golden retriever dog saw Cooper, and her back suddenly stood up like a frightened cat. Her owner slowly walking past us, and Cooper seemed to be on edge the whole time. After walking past, the dog and Cooper started to sniff butts because dogs sniff butts to find each other’s gender, emotional state, diet, and more. Another time, when my cousins were over, Cooper had decided to drop his “special gift” on someones yard full of ivy plants. I still don't know if he actually did poop, because he just squatted and I yanked him away from the yard. Just before that, a dog on a leash was tied to my neighbor's tree, and when we walking past, the dog jumped on Cooper while the leash seemed to keep stretching further and further. The tied up dog got on the street to fight with Cooper, so Cooper fought back. The owners quickly ran out the garage to calm down the crazy dog.
In the park, there was a location where  a small trail would wind to meet the river. When I took Cooper down to the river, he immediately jumped right into the river. Surprised, I tried to pull Cooper out of the river, so Cooper’s legs was completely wet. At home, I used the hairdryer to dry his wet fur, but he was afraid of the hair dryer, so I had to dry him off with a towel, which took time. Another time, I locked Cooper in the cage that he was staying in, and I closed it and locked it. After a few seconds, I unlocked it, but Cooper didn't know that, so he just sat there. After 2 minutes, he found out the door wasn't locked and he climbed out.
Another time with my aunt, we went to their house and visited Cooper and his friend/roommate, Tiger. Tiger was a mischievous dog that would get into a LOT of trouble. When I was eating my cheeseburger, I left it sitting on the table, and went to see Cooper, who was sitting in the living room. As soon as I left, I heard shouts of “No Tiger!! Bad dog!”. He had jumped up my chair and ate my cheeseburger. So my aunt dragged Tiger into the cage (the same one where Cooper stayed at my house) but the problem was that Tiger loves that cage, so basically it wasn’t a punishment to him. I suggested that Cooper uses the old cage, and Tiger uses a brand new cage. So this is it about my time with Cooper the dog.