Tucker
We’ve had our dog “Tucker” for a year and a half now and we can officially say he’s part of our family. Despite him chewing on the leather chair in our living room, pooing in virtually every room in the house and beheading a sorority of Barbies … we love him. He’s caused us great frustration and we have thought many times “he’s like having a fourth child”, but there’s nothing like his greeting in the morning or his warmth when he decides to snuggle with us on the couch.
Let me tell you all something that I can’t believe we do (think of it as a confessional of sorts); Tucker has a routine of “crashing” at 9 oclock every night. Like a senior citizen who’s played out for the day, he falls asleep before the nightly news. Every single night, no matter where we find him (on our bed, in the living room, on the couch) we pick him up and carry him to his kennel. I can’t believe we have gotten ourselves into this routine. What’s worse – I can’t believe he expects it. There have been times where I have wanted to buck the trend and make him walk himself to his kennel. His response has always been looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and it’s like he says “why would you wake me up and make me excert energy? why daddy, why?” As determined as I have been to see him walk like a normal dog … I usually give in and pick up the pooch.
I guess it’s better to pick up your dog everynight than having to live with a cat!
