Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of rescuing my dog, Tucker. Or as the dog park people say, "the day that my dog rescued me." Whatever you want to call it, I have had Tucker for a year. Will and I were talking about this accomplishment. I commented that there are times that I still can't believe that I have a dog...Tucker belongs to me. Although he chews up my stuff, whines, and doesn't listen all the time...he really is a good dog. He is playful, happy, cuddly, loves to eat, doesn't mess in the house, doesn't bark incessantly, loves to play in puddles, is faithful, and loves to play tug of war with anything... He is way better than what I could have ever hoped for in a dog. Sometimes when I am at work, I actually miss him and can't wait to get home to see him...ridiculous, I know, but that is the reality of me and Tucker.
In the mornings, I wake up extra early so that I can feed Tucker and take him on a walk. Sometimes it takes me a little bit of time to get going. So after Tucker eats he lays back on my bed and goes back to sleep. Then I have to coax him out of bed to go on a walk...this scene turns more into parents trying to wake up their teenage child for school. There have been times that I have had to literally drag Tucker out of bed to get him to go on a walk.
There are also those times that I come home from wherever and he has chewed up something. The look on his face and his demeanor just makes me laugh. Even though, it is not funny that he destroyed something else...I can't help but laugh at the "guilty/busted" look. It's even funnier when he Army crawls out of the room.
He's just a delight to have...so glad that he is a part of my life. I love the mornings that I wake up, roll over, and realize that Tucker is not only RIGHT next to me...his head is laying on my pillow. He also turned 2 last Sunday. Hopefully, the puppy/chewing phase will end soon!
