Oh boy, presents, i think

Tucker has been wondering where his dad went. It has been a couple of days since he saw him. He likes to follow his dad through the house and sit at his feet in whichever room his dad stops in. Tucker really likes to be with people.

Anyhow, Tucker has been trying to puzzle out just where that old human went. Did his mother finally get so mad with him that she buried him the back yard? No, Tucker and his siblings would have been able to sniff him out like a rotting Easter Egg. Did his dad go to London to visit the queen, like they sing in that song? Probably not. London is one of his father's least favorite cities.

Tucker sat and thought and thought and sat and all he could come up with was that the cold weather outside reminded him that Christmas is coming soon. Tucker likes Christmas, just like he likes chasing tennis balls and parading with a stick in his mouth past his siblings. Christmas is fun because Tucker gets to guard the presents under the tree from his brothers and he always makes something nice for his parents to be proud of and love him more. But every year Tucker and his siblings get toys that they have to share and his littlest brother always eats them and then has to go to the hospital. Tucker wished he could get a nice toy just for himself this year.


That must be it! His dad must have gone to the north pole to negotiate with Santa Clause to bring Tucker toys just for him. Oh boy, this will be the best Christmas ever. Tucker was no longer curious about the whereabouts of his missing father. His thoughts had moved on to dreams of a white Christmas and toys. He padded across the living room and climbed up on his sister's divan, curled up, closed his eyes and imagined the best Christmas ever.