Tucker vs. The World
Hi. My name is Tucker Taylor. I'm an 8 year old jack russell being forced to live in a big house with a bunch of people who shower me with love and attention. I really don't like it so when someone gets too close to me, I'll growl and pretend I'm going to bite them.
I know we just met but I can already tell that I don't like you. But don't take offense because I don't like anyone. Well......except my Papaw. I love my Papaw.
This is my Papaw
People call him Mick (but his real name is Papaw). He's my best friend in the whole world. I like to watch him and try to act just like him. He's really grumpy and he growls a lot, so I try to growl a lot too. He also likes to yell at people when he wants something, so when I want something, I bark really loud for a long time. Mamaw and the other people have tried to get me to stop barking but I'm not going to stop until Papaw stops.
I was sold twice!
When I was just a baby pup, a big man came and bought me. He took me home and I stayed with his family for a week or two. Then the big mans sister came to visit. Her kids fell in love with me so they bought me from the big man and took me home with them. At first Papaw didn't want me. He said I was a waste of money and nothing but a hassle. After a couple weeks, my newness wore off and the kids weren't too interested in me either. So I just played by myself most of the time. Sometimes the boy child, John, would want to 'play' but he mostly just wanted to tease me.
When I was about a year old, I was playing in the yard when I spotted a bee! I just had to get that bee so I ran after him, getting closer and closer until finally he was close enough. Then I lunged and caught him in my mouth! Yikes! That was the worst pain I'd ever felt! My mouth was on fire and I didn't feel so well. I tried to make it to the porch but I fell down halfway there. Luckily Papaw was there to save me. He took me to the vet and saved my life! That's when Papaw started to love me. He called me his dog and let me sleep with him. We've been best friends ever since.
I wasn't always named Tucker....
When I was a puppy, I was very energetic and I used to get into a lot of trouble. That's when Papaw gave me my first name. I can't say what it was, but I can tell you it rhymes with Tucker. Mamaw got upset when she heard the name Papaw gave me. She said he had to change it because the kids couldn't say it. But I decided I liked it, so that's the only name I would answer to. After a while, they started calling me Tucker (although when I'm really bad, they sometimes call me the other name).
I only care about two things
Food and My Papaw.
I love food. I eat my food. I eat the cats food. I eat the big dog in the backyard's food. I even go next door and eat the neighbor dogs food. I used to stand next to Papaw when he ate because if I whined enough, Papaw would give me people food! But then Mamaw said I was getting fat so she wouldn't let Papaw feed me anymore (he still managed to sneak me a few pieces every now and then).
Then another dog named Lexie came to live with us. She had to be kept out of the kitchen so Mamaw put up gates in the doorways. Now I'm locked out of the kitchen too! And Papaw hasn't been able to sneak me any food in over a year! It's so unfair! Nobody seems to care that I'm starving to death (I've even lost 5 pounds since Mamaw put me on this horrible diet).
I also love my Papaw. I spend all day just waiting for him to come home. And when he finally gets here, I follow him everywhere. My favorite place to snuggle is right next to Papaw in his favorite recliner. Sometimes I can't decide which side of Papaw is more comfortable so I switch back and forth until Papaw yells at me.
Once a year, Papaw goes away for a whole month so he can sell Christmas trees. I get really sad without him so I just stay under the bed the whole time. Sometimes, John or his wife, Cat (my arch-enemy) will chase me out from under the bed and make me sit in the recliner with them. But it's just not the same.
I hate being locked out of the kitchen!
My arch enemy
I have an arch enemy. Her name is Cat and she's a lensmaster just like you. She married the boy-child, John, and moved in with us 3 years ago. At first, I liked her. But then I found out she's the one who told Mamaw I was fat. She's also the one who recommended I go on a diet and started taking me for a walk everyday. Walking wouldn't be so bad, but she never walks fast enough so I have to go all the way to the end of my leash and practically drag her along. Cat is the one who started putting the kitty's dish on the washer so I couldn't eat his food and she's the one who makes me stay inside until the big dog in the back yard gets done eating. And it was her idea to put up the gates in the doorway.
As if that weren't bad enough, she actually had the gall to try and dress me! I went along with it at first, but then I decided real dogs don't wear clothes. So the next time she tried to dress me, I bit her.
Now, I have to make sure she know we're not friends. So every time she walks in a room, I make sure to growl at her. And if she tries to walk past me, I'll pretend to bite her.
But I'm not mean to her all the time. She's the only one who will scratch my itchiest spot (the one right above my tail) so I pretend to like her sometimes.
I love bones!
Every once in a while someone will give me a rawhide bone to chew. I get really protective of that bone. Whenever someone walks by me, I just know they are going to try to steal my bone. So I growl to warn them from even thinking about it. But I'm not sure if that's a good enough warning so sometimes I'll try to bite whoever is closest to my bone. After I do this a couple times (they should just learn to not walk by me!) someone usually takes my bone away. I haven't been able to finish a bone in years.
My most favorite thing in the world is a green bean. When Mamaw or Cat pops the lid from the green bean jar, it doesn't matter where I'm at. I can hear it, so I come running and you know what? I get a couple green beans every time! And Cat even freezes the green bean juice and gives me the ice cubes when it's hot outside (but I still don't like her).
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It's not going to make me like you, but I suppose you could write a few words about me right here. And I'm going to be checking so make sure they're nice words!
Don't make me growl at you!!