My Best Friend at Grandma's House, Coco Woco

Coco... or "Coco Woco", as the Master calls her, wearing a hat given to her by the Master
that Nana insists that she wears.

I have been keeping myself busy at Grandma's house by teaching Coco how to jump on the Master's bed. Coco is Grandma's doggie. She's a black Shitzu-Poodle mix. She has long black hair. If she lays down motionless on the floor you'd think she was a rug, or a very dirty mop-head. 

Coco's favorite game is tag. Sometimes we both get confused on who's supposed to run after whom so we just end up running around the big dining table. It's all good fun.

I was surprised to learn that Coco could not jump. I myself could jump from the Master's bed, run to Grandma's room, and leap to her bed easy as pie. Coco can only do a small hop and stand on her hind legs so that he can see the top of the matress.

I made it my mission to teach Coco how to jump on top of the Master's bed. 

I told Coco it's all about thinking light. Imagine that you are an airplane taking off at full speed and that her hind legs are springs that shoot off off the ground, think you are lighter than air, and most importantly, land safely on all fours. Then act as if it's no big deal... this is shall we say the cat's touch.

She found it hard to run fast enough. To propel herself into srpingy action. Coco is on the voluptuous side. I guess this is a consequence of all the generous helpings here at Grandma's. A small price to pay for larger and more frequent feedings.

Being an an eager student, Coco is really easy to teach. First we practiced making a running start and jumping. Run and jump on the sofa was the first goal.This was easy enough for Coco, she's been doing it for sometime now. The sofa is her location of choice for afternoon naps. 

The next step was jumping on the living room table. Which was higher than the sofa, midway to the matress. After a few flumpy jumps or flumps, Coco was able to make it to the top of the table. Nana caught us on top of the table celebrating. So the practice session had to stop momentarily. Long enough for us to hear a scolding and for Nana to leave the room.

After a few more practice sessions, and in between snacks and rests, we decided to try for the bed. Coco and I agreed we would do it together so we could feed off each other's energy. So we did. In the first try, Coco chickened out of the jump so she ended up sliding under the bed. Second try, Coco's front legs made it to the top. She struggled with her hind legs to walk up the bed but Coco flumped onto the floor. The third try was the charm.

It was magical moment.  Bot of us made a running start. We were like Cheetahs running in the Savannah. We both made a springy jump and like eagles soaring we felt our wet noses getting warm with the flow of the wind. We both landed safely and with such lightness on top of the bed we could not help but feel like swans landing on a golden pond. What a moment of ecstatic achievement. Horray for Coco.

There was just one thing I forgot to factor in before we made the jump. Coco is an inside-outside doggie so her feet were not as clean as mine. I hope the Master looks at the bright side and appreciates the fact that Coco can now jump on the bed. Instead of getting angry at the doggie prints on his sheets.

Coco and I on the Master's bed, trying to figure out how to get rid of the dirty paw prints.