4.22.25: No Diarrhea

Cooper has never had diarrhea, and honestly, I count that as a major win. With all the random stuff he sniffs, licks, or tries to chew on, it feels like we’ve dodged a hundred bullets. No messy cleanups, no 3 a.m. emergencies, no panicked vet calls—just solid, drama-free poops daily. I know it’s a weird thing to be proud of, but if you’ve ever dealt with a sick pet, you get it. It’s one of those little victories that quietly adds up. So here’s to Cooper’s iron stomach—may it stay strong, selective, and suspicious of street snacks forever.