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Age: 2 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Tucker
Nicknames:
Tuck, Tuck-a-buck, Tuck-a-roo, Stinker
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Swimming, hiking, pretty much anything that involves moving.
Pet-Peeves:
Getting in trouble for chasing cats. Dogs biting my back legs.
Favorite Toy:
Wubba's and stuffed animals, he loves to rip them to pieces.
Favorite Food:
Rawhide chews
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere he can be off-leash, he loves to run.
Best Tricks:
sit, down, up, crawl, whisper, speak, come(most of the time), shake, stay, wait, stay on the trail, find the duck
Arrival Story:
We randomly came across Tucker at a Ca shelter. We were quit surprised to find a purebred coonhound in a shelter, they are rare things here. I instantly fell in love but we were not looking for a dog at the time however, I sent a photo to my husband stating I had fallen in love. His reaction was basically too bad. Through the next week a series of events occured and my husband found out he would be away for extended periods of time traveling. It was decided we would get a dog for protection. The next weekend we went back to the shelter and the 13 week old coonie was still there. That is how we acquired our first dog.
Bio:
Tucker is a big sweetie. He loves attention and swimming. He also loves to go outside in the backyard for hours just watching the world go by. He was the easiest dog train.
Forums Motto:
Born to sniff
The Groups I'm In:
Coonhound Country, Crazy Coonhounds!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Dogster Id:
988333
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May 8th 2009 11:29 am
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My name is Tucker, I loved my family, my cats, my people. I had chew toys, walks, my own bed, lots of treats, everything was mine. I had the life and I didn't even realize it. How quickly life can change. How fast it can all be snatched away.
It was a normal day, my people came home from a trip out. But it wasn't normal, they brought it back with them. At first I thought all was fine. I'm bigger, stronger. I thought I would have the upper hand. How I was wrong. I'm not proud to admit that I'm 65lbs of coonhound and I can't even handle a 25lb coonhound puppy. He's unlike any puppy I've experienced before. Relentless, fearless, monstrous. It's bad enough I can't cope with the constant biting, scratching, and chasing. I have to share my space with him. My things. Even my cats (Joxer and Norbert). Their mine. I don't care if they bought another bed for him, toys for him. I'm getting yelled at more for stealing things that should be mine anyway. It's hard to get a moments peace. I fear I might be loosing my mind.
It's day 20. I am plotting with Norbert to take him out. I've already slowed him down by causing a fall over rocks while we were "playing" . Hopefully the leg won't fully heal. I will conquer. This is my house.
My name is Tucker and he will never be my brother.
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