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Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for TUCKER
Nicknames:
Tuck-Tuck, Tuckhead, Babyboy, The natural disaster formally known as Tucker.
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
To go "bye-byes". He loves rides in the car and to our local park.
Pet-Peeves:
Anything white and bigger than a pick-up truck. i.e. FedEx trucks, big white moving trucks, tractor trailers.
Favorite Toy:
My red treat cube, my new and improved black football and my blue drumstick, cardboard boxes, 2 liter bottles, a 5 gallon bucket, the tires on ANYTHING, his Grandpa Hank and what was known as his fooball, his lil green fooball (RIP my friend).
Favorite Food:
Plain double cheeseburgers from McD's, Chips and French onion dip.
Favorite Walk:
Inside our local pet supply store meeting all the other dogs.
Best Tricks:
He sings along, not just random, but along with the themes to M*A*S*H*, ER, and Law and Order. As soon as he heres the "dum-dum" of Law and Order he comes flying from wherever he is in the house to sit in front of the TV.
Arrival Story:
My husband and I found him online thru Paws and Prayers a local rescue. He came to us with a broken tail and a loss of hearing slightly in his left ear. From the story we received he was going to be "done away" with by his previous owner after having him only a year. The only cause we could figure from this is that Tucker has a very dominating personality and can get "bull-headed". A neighbor said they would take him from his first owner and that neighbor put him in rescue and poof he's now our baby.
Bio:
Ok fine... Now they make me type on this "oh so magical box" whatever... Lets get this over with, hey Im Tucker, the almighty and powerful... what? Alright here's the gig, I'm an AB/Boxer dawg...oh yeah... My first "dude" was a dookie to me, he broke my tail, hit me in the head, he broke a tooth, not just ANY tooth but one of my big ones, ya know the scary ones, so now I get called snaggle tooth. Its all good though, I'm a surviver, I can handle it. Then I had this awesome human named Dawn she was a Foster... What she had to do with the beer I'll never know. Then these two yahoo's come into my life. They treat me like a kid, the male of the pack picks me up like I'm a toddler, to tell you the truth I like it but shhhh. Everytime the female comes home she calls me babyboy...yeah I like that too. I have sooo many toys I think PetSmart is out of stock at the moment. The best toy I have...at the moment... is this huge craftsman box. The thing that came in it is ugly and noisy but the box is a blast. Oh and I get to sleep with them in bed... thats right WITH them... you talk about warm I feel like a pig in the blanket when I snuggle.....I mean sleep like a log when I rough it on TOP of the blankets...thats right not under... ok sometimes I sneak under but only after the head of the pack is snoring... then the coast is clear. Alright enough about me for now, they are making me do a diary so check that out. For the ladies,
I am a svelt 62 pounds and 23 1/2" Tall.
I like steak, chicken, and raw potatoes.
I enjoy walks on the beach, playing with footballs, and sniffing.
I am a NON smoker.
I am a social drinker.
I am fixed so no worries *wink*.
Maybe we can hang, Call my cell its: Woof, Woof, Snort - Woof, Bark, Growl - Bark, Sniff, Growl, Yelp and leave me a message.
Tucker
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| January 16th 2005 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
107983
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December 11th 2005 8:54 am
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It's been so long, since they have forced me to type on this oh so wonderful box. They say it's good for me to release some of energy...why they would want me to do that I have no idea...but anywhoos, here I am...There's only 14 more days until the jolly old man shows up to the house and brings me some more toys. He gots me a bed last year...PFFT...like I ever use that thing. Why would I? I get to sleep with the humans, in their bed and it's so comfortable and warm, especially on a cold, snowy Ohio night. Maybe he'll bring me a sweater to wear, so when I go outside, I don't get so cold. This white squishy stuff on the ground makes the paws cold, ya know? Ooooorrrrr...Maybe he can get me some paw covers...either way, I hope its something to keep me warm.
My humans put this bring green thing up in the house. There's lights on it and these circle shaped things...but all I can think about it yummy and can't I lift me leg on it. They keep yelling at me to keep away from it, but darn it...you can't put something like that in the house and not expect me to attempt to get to it somehow. It's so temptin...oh man...I am having thoughts about it right now...
Well I think I'm gonna go try to get to that big green thing again...Wish me luck and keep sending me those pup pal requests!!! Have a Wuff-ly Holiday if I don't see ya before that.
Woof-
Tuck out!
May 14th 2005 1:52 pm
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I'm kinda likin this box thing they make me type on occasionally. There are some really friendly people around, especially those that are my pals. And most of them ain't bad lookin either. The ladies just keep beggin for more and more of me. There's only so much of me to go around, but I do have ways of getting around. So, in short, don't stop asking to be my pals. I'm nice enough, when I want to be. I'm a dog, but which of us isn't? Right? Love ya ladies!!!
And on a side note, I'm still lookin for my fooball. My old friend lost not so long ago. I am offering a reward for anyone with knowledge of his whereabouts. 50 Milk Bones. Give me a holla!!
Tanks and woof!!
Tucker out!
May 7th 2005 7:48 am
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I'm starting to get worried. The humans keep asking me if I am ready to be a big brother. What does that mean? Are they getting another dog and then I will be left to compete for the attention? The female doesn't play around with me as much and when I jump up on her to give her lovin, she has to keep me away from her stomach. She never worried about that before. And every once in a while, I get kicked out of bed. Sure I lay on my side and stretch my legs out as far as they can go. Who doesn't? I think something fishy is goin on and I ain't talkin trout over here. We are gonna have to get to the bottom of this one.
On another note, I got to go on a road trip. My other humans, the ones that call themselves Papaw and Gammy, took me camping. There were other dogs there and man I showed them who was boss. That's just the way I am. When I'm around other's of my type, I got nothin better to do than to show them who's top dog. ME!!! I must have done something wrong, cause they let me just wander around for a while, then they were shouting and I got leashed up for the rest of the weekend. That was no fun, but I gotta explore right? You can't keep me caged up all the time. I gotta be freeeeeee!!!
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