Tucker is our not quite two year old, seventy-five pound chow lab. Although he’s losing some of that puppy mischief, that dog needs to chew. Needs to. And if he can’t find something of his, well, he’s going after something of ours. Lady unmentionables. Shoes. Stuffed animals. Those are his favorites. You get two confessions…
As I’ve shared before, we have a new puppy named Tucker. He’s a Chow/Lab with mostly Lab features and personality. I’m pretty sure he is growing by the minute. Although I was overall pretty anxious about him, he’s turning out to be my furry baby and sidekick. He’s also a good object lesson. …
Sorry to steal your line, Buddy the Elf, but it fits here. I’m in love. But not the kind to get me in trouble with my marriage. Even though it’s not my husband. It’s this guy. No one is more shocked than me. I’m not a big dog person. My sister would even say…