My friends call me Cope..its much easier to pronounce and my friends tell me I’m 6 years old. I’m really not sure, I lost track a long time ago. I’m new here at TABR so I’m still getting to know my foster family. The good news is I’m potty trained, know how to use the doggy door and I am healthy. My therapist says I have trust issues, but I’m the only one who knows what I have been through. I don’t like to talk about my past because my future is much brighter than that. I could tell the second my foster family gave me a soft toy to suckle on. How did they know that’s exactly what I needed to feel comfy? I’d prefer not to share this one though. It’s mine. I am getting more comfortable everyday and actually found that my foster siblings make me feel at ease. I have a good feeling about this new life. These things take time. I think my furever family will fall in love with my smile. It gets bigger everyday!