Sorry, Cooper

Poor Anderson Cooper.  There's another baby in her house.  When we got home from the hospital she took one whiff of Hazel and gave us the "really, you're doing this to me again?" look.  Then, to add insult to injury she had to sport the cone of shame for a week so she'd stop messing with a scab on her back.  One day I found her lying on the rug, cone facing directly into the couch.  Apparently, doggy depression is real.  Things are looking up now and we can't wait to celebrate her 28th birthday this weekend.  We love you, Coop!