Tucker Talks: Tumbling Tucker Dog

Ha! I escaped! My mom forgot that she had left the garage door open. She invited me to come out... and boy, did I! I ran out the open garage door into forbidden territory instead of heading for the back door into the boring yard I'm in everyday. Woot! Sweet! I was in the area in the front of the house. My mom says it's about an acre in size. This is where the horses sometimes graze. It's also where the deer were browsing that morning. I saw them there, as I looked through the window by the door. When I went running out, they were long gone. But... their odor lingered on. I sniffed here. I sniffed there. I ran this way and that way. My mom and dad called me. I didn't want to come. The odors were too intriguing. But, finally, I ran, likkety-split towards my mom and  dad. That's when it happened; boom, tiddely-diddely, shoulders, toes, shoulders, toes, head and nose, head and nose.

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I was running down a little bit of a hill. My foot caught in something. Suddenly I was whirling and twirling. Over and over. My mom and dad looked at each other in disbelief. They said I somersaulted down the hill, tumbling over and over at least 5 times. I picked myself up and continued to evade my mom and dad, but finally they opened the car door and promised to take me for a ride. I'm a sucker for a ride in the car, so I jumped in. Or rather, I limped in! My right front leg hurts. My back leg hurts. I'm taking it easy!