Someone commented that I should post pics of my dim-witted dog. So here we go: a collection of Tucker photos.
First up, a close up, in which Tucker seems to be wondering if the camera might be about to attack.
Here is one when we first got our Tater. She was the only cat at that time, and such a sick little baby. She decided that she should sleep with Tucker. Tucker was unconvinced.
But he did get pretty comfortable with the cats by the time Tanner came around.
This is one of my favorite shots. Tate and Tucker singing some rockin’ Christmas tunes.
And in case you are wondering, he weighs 110 pounds. Yes, he’s overweight, but if you ate bags of flour and had a pop tart addiction (he’s been known to chew through an unopened box and get the foil wrappers all opened in less than .03 seconds), you’d be overweight, too.