The other day, outside of Rustico, I met Koopa. He is a bulldog with a mammoth head; part mastiff was the explanation there. I should have asked for an autograph. Was it Cooper? CoolBro? Kewlbrah? I had no idea. Whether he was named after a situational comedy?
An actor who has climbed up the ranks: Bradley Cooper?
My buddy said that Koopa’s name is because his head is, “big and thick, like Udon noodle”
Pics I shot looked like an exorcism, but as it was explained to me, he doesn’t sit still for long.
Not even the fraction of a second it takes to snap a pic?
NOPE.
I finally got a few statuesque portrait worthy shots in a row. There was another dog coming down the street. A little, fuzzy black poodle.
Love connection? Appetizer? While there’s no ‘app for that’ to read his brain, I think I have a pretty good idea.
“Bonjour mon petit Poooodell”
I don’t get Koopa. 
I would have named him Bowser. 
Maybe he was more of a Koopa as a puppy.
