Cooper's on the prowl again, 
Nothing stops his thieving.
The pooch is after paper goods;
His calmness is deceiving.

Our kitchen table is the spot
Where a napkin lies inviting.
Quick as a wink it's in his mouth;
To Coop it's so exciting. 

The receipt that nestled in your purse
For the shoes you were returning.
Is now in tatters in Coopie's mouth;
His lips the pieces churning.

A check was on the counter top,
You can guess that in this telling.
It's been torn in half by a hungry pup.
In the future, please try Zelle'ing.

Like a hungry fox in a house of hens,
His appetite's unrelenting.
From dawn to dusk all paper is his;
There's no use in lamenting.

I dare not bring into this house
A document worth keeping.
Young Coop will munch it 'tween his teeth;
And the shreds we'll soon be sweeping.

Better keep the bathroom door,
Tightly closed while you are using.
Or he'll snatch the tissue from the roll;
He finds this quite amusing

Is there something we have done,
Or is it in his breeding,
That has him scoff at kibbles and bits;
And makes parchment what he's needing?

I looked up in my medical books,
Through the chapters I went paging
Until I found his condition there;
They call this "xylophaging."

I guess that we will have to live,
With this behaviour so annoying.
It's good I write my blogs on line;
No chance for Coop's destroying.

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