It’s been ten days since I succumbed to the voices in my head and adopted Tucker, a two year old terrier mix. Michael said at the time that life as we know it, would never be the same. Truer words were never spoken.
I watch a lot of Home and Garden TV, especially House Hunters. I am always amused when people bring home a seven pound baby and suddenly need to move to a bigger house. Well, in ten days Tucker has spread out through the house like a toddler. His “stuff” is everywhere. He is everywhere. Allow me to vent via photos.
Tucker likes blankets and pillows. They are everywhere. He works with his blankets for hours getting them just perfect for one of his many daytime naps.
Blankets on the daybed in my office.
Blankets on the sofa in the family room.
Blankets on the love seat.
Blankets on the floor.
And the most horrifying blanket of all? The one on MY bed. (shudder)
Tucker’s foster Mom sent home the food he has been eating for six months. He won’t touch it. I called her and she gave me the name of another food he likes. He won’t touch that one either. I can’t even recall how much money I have spent on food and treats he won’t eat. Organic designer dog food now occupies three cabinets.
The good news is, I found out what Tucker will eat. He likes the cheap, grocery store Little Cesar dog food and treats. Maybe Tucker’s palate will improve living here and one day he will want the expensive food. Until then, I am out a lot of money and three cabinets.
Let’s take a peek at some of the other Tucker intrusions into our quiet lives.
Yucky rope toy on the leather ottoman.
Dog leashes in the laundry room.
The dining room has completely been taken over by Tucker stuff. He doesn’t like to step on solid flooring so he keeps his stuff on carpet only.
See the dog crate on the chair in my room? Tucker sleeps in it. Notice the laminate flooring in my room? Tucker can’t walk on laminate flooring so I have to pick him up and hand place him into the crate. Notice the corner of my bed in the foreground? In the morning when he wakes up, Tucker flies like Rocky Raccoon from his crate to my bed, his feet never hitting the floor.
There are dog treats on my Victorian lingerie chest.
There’s a new dog door in the laundry room with a carpet runner because Tucker’s feet can’t touch vinyl flooring either. (The dirt is my from my boots. Gotta walk the dog)
And of course, Tucker needs a fenced yard to keep him out of the emu/goat and donkey pastures. We built him a little yard with a white picket fence.
Tucker has a view of the pool and spa from his yard.
And of course he needed a stump to pee on.
Hopefully five acres and 3,200 square feet of house will work for the three us for a while. I’d hate to have to move again.