Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Tuck, Bunny Butt, Tuckerdoodle, THE TOASTER, DB Tucker of My Old Kentucky Home, Young Man (when he's in BIG trouble!)
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February 16th 2005
FOOD, fetch, FOOD, agility, FOOD, good bones, FOOD, did I mention FOOD?
My leash, when Mom tries to smooch me (yuck!), the wheelbarrow, being "shushed"
Bruce The Moose, "Stick", tennis ball
anything he can beg, borrow, or steal; PIZZA!, Peanut Butter Buddy Biscuits
anywhere my Mom takes me
he is too smart for his own good, he can be very manipulative
I have waited for several years to get a Corgi of my own. Spent months talking with breeders getting support and encouragement from some. I finally found a breeder to take pity on me and give me this precious puppy. "I hope to be all my dog expects me to be"! Puppy Kindergarten - here we come!
Running with the Big Dogs!
The Groups I'm In:
Corgi Love, Dog Sports - Agility, Dogs from the Capital Region , The Isabel White House
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Celebrity Pee Off
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|April 6th 2005
||More than 8 years!
I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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July 22nd 2008 8:52 am
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My dear friends, the last six months have been a very confusing time in my life. One day I am romping with my pals in upstate NY and the next day I am in Pennsylvania. Living in an apartment and not my house.
Mom was very cryptic about the move, she said she “had a new job”.
What they hey? Her answer just didn’t seem logical. She went to work every day. She came home, fed us and played with us just like in NY. It didn’t add up. Something was awry. Something was fishy. All was not right in Denmark. Well…. You get the picture…
It could be only one thing: We were in the Witness Protection Program.
Don’t “Oh Tucker me!”
Just because we weren’t living under assumed names (Mom was still “Mom”, Lulu was still “Lulu”, and I was still “Tucker”), it could have been witness protection.
But alas, I realize that Mom has simply been rehomed. And Lulu and me too.
After months of living in an apartment with no yard, being walked “on leash”, and having to be quiet all the time, Mom has finally taken us to a new house!
Woohoo! Mom can sit in the living room, throw the ball thru the kitchen and into the dining room. Sometimes it bounces and I have to run down the hallway too.
And I can bark again! Well, probably Mom would tell you that I never really gave it up but she is prone to exaggeration anyway….
My new house has a big yard. With trees. No lake but there is a cool creek that we can swim in.
And what is really great is my buddy Sammy lives up the road from us. While we were in transition, Sammy was kind enough to let Lulu and me stay with him and his Mom. We got lots of food and had a blast.
Today I am interviewing a new dog walker. While living in the apartment we had a really nice lady named Tish come and take us for walks every afternoon while Mom was at work. We loved Tish but Mom says Tish lives too far to come and take us for a walk now that we moved to our new house. Our new dog walker will have big shoes to fill, Tish was great!
They key thing I look for in a dog walker is treats. Sure hope he has good treats.
I will keep you posted my friends!
December 20th 2007 9:48 am
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There are those who would describe me as self absorbed. There are those who would describe me as naïve. There are those who would point to me and say “that Tucker, he is so melodramatic”.
But my friends, I say to you today, my life is about to take me on a path I am totally unprepared for.
My Mom has accepted a new job and Lulu and I will be moving with her to some place called Pennsylvania.
Mom has moments when she is excited, and happy, and downright gleeful. Then she morphs in to a madwoman- right before my eyes! Yikes, it ain’t pretty my friends.
We have to sell our house. I love my house. I love my yard. I love the lake. Can’t say I will miss that rude gray kitty next door who spits at me all the time. But this has been my home for as long as I can remember.
I grew up here! Bruce the Moose and I shared many an adventure here. My baby sister Lulu came to live under my guiding paw in this house.
And what about my friends? Charlie, my mentor, lives a short car ride away. I have spent most Mondays and Fridays with him for the last 2 years. My friends rely on me to weasel to the front of the line and make sure the treats being handed out by Charlie’s Grammy are nothing but the highest quality.
And my neighbors? The lakeside will be quiet again once I am gone. Who will bark at Choco the Lab and my dear friend Lehah? Who will alert the entire county that turkeys or deer are in my backyard?
These are important questions my friends.
What is to become of me and Lulu?
December 18th 2007 12:02 pm
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I am going to assume that “holiday stress” is afflicting my Mom. I, Tucker, made one eensy, teensy, weensy little mistake – well, maybe two…. And Mom just can’t let it go. And according to my Mom, as a result, I’m getting nothing for Christmas.
So I have decided that in advance of Christmas Eve when Santa leaves the North Pole to bring presents to all good dogs around the world, I will write him a heartfelt letter of apology.
The Honorable Mr. Christopher Kringle
Do not believe what my Mom tells you!
It was all a misunderstanding. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone. She’s overreacting. It wasn’t that bad.
I will admit, in my excitement and exuberance at seeing Santa Clause last Friday at Healthy Pets Store, I accidently stepped on the door lock button and locked Mom out of the car in the parking lot.
It only took the kind gentleman from The American Automobile Association 40 minutes to come and liberate Lulu and me from the car. Forty minutes is a blip in time. Mom did not have all that many things she needed to do with her time just 2 weeks before Christmas. And she should feel a warm sense of holiday spirit that she had to tip the AAA man her last $10. She can be such a miser some days.
As for immediately stepping on the door lock button a second time as soon as the AAA man popped the lock … that too was unintentional. Some people like to blow things out of proportion.
And I bet if you were locked in a car for 40 minutes, you’d probably pee behind the nearest tree too. The fact that this particular tree happened to be a decorated Christmas tree inside the store and had presents around it was purely a coincidence. When you gotta go, you gotta go. I’m sure you understand, Sir.
So Santa, I Tucker, am a humbled Corgi. I hope you will look past my minor indiscretions this holiday season and bring me the many presents I so rightfully deserve.
Very truly yours,
Tucker in upstate New York
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