pooped Breaking a long anti-social streak, had some nice folks over for breakfast this morning, including stepsister Susan. Cooper’s best friend, young short-haired pointer Sara, came along, too. I am fine, despite the house-cleaning and cooking challenges, but Cooper is flat-out pooped. He was well-behaved and entertaining at the same time, but I am trying to figure out why that is so exhausting.

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