Chicken Soup For The Dog Lover's Soul - Plot & Excerpts
You wouldn’t expect a dachshund to want to spend his life airborne, but from the day he cleared the rail of the playpen that was supposed to keep him out of trouble while I was at work, to his last valiant effort at leaving the Earth, there was no stopping him. It was Copper’s soaring spirit that made me choose him as my first dog. The rest of the litter was cute in the traditional puppy way. Copper, however, would have nothing to do with touching noses or cuddling up next to me. He managed to drag himself up on top of the sofa, and before anyone could stop him, off he jumped. He landed with a “poof!” as the air escaped from his tiny belly. Seven-week-old dog legs aren’t meant to support skydiving. I knew that, but he didn’t. I’m not big on following rules either, so Copper was the obvious choice for me. I whispered in his little ear, “I like you, flying dog. Do you want to come home with me?” He stared at me intently as if to say, Okay, but don’t expect me to obey Newton’s Law of Gravity!
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