Tucker Talks: The Good and the Bad

What an exciting week this has been....but it had humaniliating moments, too.

I had several chances to herd those big animals that the lady who feeds me calls "damn deer". One morning I had three of them all bunched together in my back yard.  We were having so much fun! Then, they decided to leave and they jumped the fence. I called to them, "Come back!" I called over and over but they bounded away. Then one morning there were four of them just over the fence. How frustrating. I told hem to come on in and play. They wouldn't. Then I said, if you won't come here, then go away. Skedaddle. They wouldn't. They just looked at me with their freaky big eyes, put their heads down and continued eating. This morning there were four in my front yard. Right there, beyond the sidewalk. You can see where the snow is all mushed up by their pointy little feet. I can't get to the front yard to herd hem, but I made a fuss and they left, slowly. Oh, how I wish I coulda been out there to show them where to go...and how fast they should get there!

One day that lady that feeds me went out. When she came back she had two brand new beds for me and Gypsy. Wow! They are clean, and fluffy and it will take me a while to break mine in and get my hair threaded into that fluffy stuff, and get it so it smells like the yard, and like me. I have my work cut out!

Then, the most terrible, humaniliating thing happened. That lady took me out and into a place that wasn't where the lady with shots is, and wasn't the place where they have all kinds of yummy smelling things and where they give me a treat when that lady buys something. This place was different. It smelled like dogs...but it also smelled....clean. The lady who feeds me left me there. I can't begin to describe the terrible things that were done to me. But....oh, this is so hard to share, but, look what they did to me. Just look! I am so glad I don't have to be walked at a campground where all the dogs could see me. I look like some sort of freaky poodle or something. You can almost see my hiney hole! Geesh, I hope my hair grows back soon!

Oh, I did show that lady who feeds me how I felt. Even though I couldn't bring "half the tree" into the house in my hind end, as she told the man at that smelly place, I did get those pretty white feet all dirty! Hah! You can take me out and get me all cleaned up, but I'll undo it any way I can!

Tucker Talks: Freeeee!

We went for a walk.

It was a long walk on a sandy path.

It smelled very interesting.

Unbelievably, once we got to the thing called "beach"

our Mrs. Owner let us go.

She never lets us go.

(On account of sometimes I pretend not to hear 

her when she wants me to come back.)

Whee….

I ran this way…

and that way.

I chased the birds through the surf

even though I don't like water.

Then me and Gypsy saw another dog…

so much more interesting than the birds!

We went to investigate.

You humans probably can't even see the dog.

He's in the upper right corner of the picture.

He's kinda hard to see 'cause he's the color of the sand.

OK… 

I did come back.

Eventually!

But, OMG… running felt so good!

Maybe our Mrs. Owner will take us to the beach again…

and let us run free!

Wheeeeeee!

Tucker Talks: Pet Potty

Pet potty? 

You have got to be kidding me!

You expect me to do what?

Here?

In front of everyone?

This is for the cats!

Tucker Talks: Gypsy Made me Do It

It is all Gypsy's fault. 

She is such a food hound - she'll eat anything! 

The other day Mr. Dreamy called us over for a treat. 

Gypsy ran right over and plunked her bottom down on the floor.

She is such a show off and a goody-goody.

I didn't want to miss out, so I came over too.

Mr. Dreamy gave each of us a treat.

He said it was something called carrot. 

I chewed.

Gypsy chewed.

Bleech....

It tastes TERRIBLE!

But, since Gypsy was still eating her carrot,

I wouldn't dare spit it out.

I didn't want her to have the satisfaction of

having two pieces... even if it tasted awful!

I woulda never eaten it if it hadn't been for Gypsy.

Yuck.

And will you look at her...

It's kinda blurry cause she is moving so fast,

but she is actually licking her chops.

That girl has no taste!

Tucker Talks: Play

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Dogs at play....

I'll play with dogs, or cats,

Or kids, or sheeps.

Will you come and play with me?

I'll play with sticks and balls,

And girls and boys.

But Gypsy is my squeaky toy!

She only squeaks if when I bite too hard!

Stuffed animals are so overrated!

Don't run away! Come play with me.

Last year we adopted Gypsy, in part so Tucker would have a companion. Within days they began to play with each other. Seeing two herding dogs trying to push each other around can be amusing! It is great fun to see the 'give and take' when these two are at play. Even though Gypsy is smaller and Tucker outweighs her by about 30 pounds, she has no problem dishing it out. In fact, the games are controlled by Gypsy. When she has had enough, she will, not so subtly, let Tucker know! 

Read about other dog adventures in keeping fit by clicking on the any of the links below.

Tucker Talks: Damn... Deer!

Tucker here. I am being held hostage on a motorhome. Please send help. Gypsy and I are forced to endure all sorts of torture. We can not run free. We are tied up all of the time, or we are walked on leashes. And the worstest thing is that we have to poop with our mom or dad watching - and then they pick up our little dog logs in little bags. Eeeyuck! You have no idea how human-iliating it is.
We are not allowed to get on the furniture. Well, my mom puts things all over the furniture to discourage our lounging there. Don't tell her, but sometimes we jump up there and take a nap, just to show her!
Anytime I bark, someone tells me to shush. Geesh. It isn't fair.



And today, damn... there was a doe. Right there. Practically right outside our door. I barked... and barked. I tried to tell my mom and dad to let me out. I wanted to chase her away. No doing. Nothing worked. They wouldn't let me out... and the doe didn't budge. I really woulda coulda shoulda been let free to herd her away!
Please send help. Send a knife so I can cut the tie out. Please come open the door of the motorhome... or tell your friends to come by and help us escape. There's a dog bone in it for you!

Tucker Talks: The Day the Pig Died

Hiyah, there. Tucker here. I have a something I wanna say. 

Will you listen to me?!

It's about my pig.

It was a cute pig.

It made sweet oinky sounds.

I had my pig for almost two years.

WHAT?

You think I did this?

...to my sweet pig?

Do I look guilty?

Unh uh...

I don't think so.

I think you should be talking to interrogating Gypsy!