Yes, we somehow got the Smart Cocker.  It’s not so much a bad thing as a weird thing, as the previous ones were, well… cockers.  This one is not only adorable, he’s terribly smart.  This tends to cause trouble, as sometimes he’s smarter than his people (or at least more tenacious).

This morning he drove to work with us.  Technically speaking my wife drove (my tire continues to deliberately remain flat) and Marshall was the designated Cocker Copilot.  His job is to bark at any dogs we pass.  Then whine hysterically when he can’t get at them.

We stopped at Dunkin Donuts (instant human: just add coffee).  I get iced, the wife gets hot, and Marshall gets the car carrier.  He loves to shred them to pieces.  Marshall is also possessed of a sweet tooth, just like his daddy.  He likes coffee too.

We stopped to pick up a coworker.  Marshall got quiet rather suddenly, which is never a good sign.  I turned around to discover Marshall having a coffee.  He had removed the lid from the very tall cup, had both of his (muppet) paws around the cup so it didn’t spill, and was nose-deep in the coffee.

It was all I could do to point at him, due to the spasms of laughter.  My wife was suitably impressed too.  She called his name, he looked up for some reason, and we noticed that his black snout was a strange shade of coffee-brown.  Nonplussed, he continued to lick his lips, then dove straight back into what we humans refer to as the Elixir of Life<tm>.

Who says dogs don’t resemble their people?