Summer Tuck

The greatest thing about summer is that the sun and the rain and the WSSC water and the stuff from Home Depot makes this place grow and thrive.

Jinxy No Like

Poor Jinky cat. He got sick and had to go in the pokey to meet the good doc.

The humiliation of having to ride in the carrier was bead enough. But the cries of the other cats in the M.A.S.H. were too much for him and he had a little accident. What? He was nervous. Last time he was in a clinical environment, he lost two very valuable appendages.
Mr. Jinx had a decent time, all in all. Sure he is still FIV positive, and sure the doctor suggested his eye was a result of Feline herpes or chlamydia, but, hey , he's a pretty rough and tumble sailor. I mean, he lives with four dogs and can hold his own at dinner time!

"No worries, young Chester Copperpots," says Young Harlan Pepper. "If you are too unhappy to eat your breakfast, I will help you finish it off. "

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More Sun Makes the Green Grass Grow

Some sunny days


The kids just like to play outside in the nice green grass.










This makes it a wonderful place to live.







And soon, the vegetables will be up and there will be fun things for dogs to eat.

Sunny Days

Tucker is enjoying the sunny day's return today following what seemed like 20 years of rainy days. In truth it was more like 6 days, but in Tucker time, it really seemed to be a big hassle. But starting yesterday afternoon, the weather cleared, the sun came out, and Tuckers dad let him and his siblings romp about the yard as he mowed the overgrown lawn.

This morning his dad was wiped out from allergies so Tucker got an extra 4 hours of play time outside before taking a nice afternoon nap. Tucker wanted to commemorate the day, even though it is not over yet, because it has been super so far. Tucker doesn't necessarily hate the rain so much. It's just that since he is a native of arid Phoenix, Arizona, these East Coast Spring seasons are really making him wish his parents would move back. His sister, Dexter, on the other hand, prefers the weather. A native from San Francisco, she likes the misty, rainy, dirzzling cool weather just fine. She would prefer a gentle sea breeze and fog, but she takes what she can get. YHP and Baron could care less what the weather is like, so long as they don't have to be pestered to go outside if they are otherwise napping.

Revenge of the Cat

Tucker is non plus (as the french and literate say, he thinks). It seems Chester Copperpots, the house cat, has taken to a slight binge of revenge. This are no worries to old Tuckerino as the cat, being short, can't revenge upon his tall stature. Much.

So the what here is that since Chester arrived and began taking residence in the basement, Tucker's brother, the evil dark lord known as YHP, has been sneaking downstairs to eat poor Chester's food. Atrocious behavior, right?

YHP's parent clued in fast and kept a fast eye on his badness. But this does not mean they catch him every time.

Now, nearly every morning and evening, Ol' Chester is at the dogs' bowls waiting for a treat. It started with Chester smelling the pill Baron gets for his cushings. Once he had a taste, the poor cat was hooked. He's in the kitchen eating the dog food as the good dogs line up on the threshold for their teeth bruishing. But the thing is ol" Chester ain't so tall so he scores off the Baron's bowl every time. Eating up the Wellness senior program like he's some dog with a need to show.

Baron, by the way, is cool with this, as his real terror with the cat is at night. Seems the nights Baron can't pass the threshold to sleep in the bedroom with the rest of the pack is because there is a Tucker blocking him, So he sleeps in the living room. The living room is the cat's nocturnal playland. He is part feline, part demon, part bored old Italian paisano. And he just wants to hang out, chat your ear off and make with the vino.

Anyhow, the bottom line here is that Tucker's dad is starting to notice how the "cat" is starting to mix this whole dynamic up. So he's wondering if the spray bottle, the "uh uh", the shoe or the open door to the outside is the best way to fix the revenge of the cat.

Tucker's dad, who just read what Tucker was writing, just said, "acceptance and stable guidelines" will do the trick.

Tucker wonders if there is good tennis ball he can chase to work off some of this anxiety.

Dear Rain

Dear Rain, while I appreciate the fact that you make the flowers grow, kindly take the rest of the week off. Let your friend, the sun, come visit my house so that I can play outside for hours with my brothers and sister. Baron promises not to bark at you so much if you would just take some time off.

We don't want you to go away forever, just a few days to let us stretch our legs some.



Thanks for understanding,
Tucker

Rainy Day Pokey Poke

Tucker is sad for himself because it is rainy and he doesn't have much to do. He is not a fan of puzzles or coloring books, so when he has to stay inside, he mostly just sleeps and watches his parents pad about pretending to have important things to do.

But this morning even they weren't around to partially entertain him. They took his little brother, Baron, to the vet around 8:30 am to have his blood drawn and have him all poked and prodded. Seems he isn't such a healthy little man. But he is getting better. This makes Tucker sad to think his brother is sick. In fact, Baron has Cushings Disease. And although it is very expensive to treat, his parents don't mind putting the patio, mom's new car, the new kitchen, family savings, and other frivolous items on hold to keep him this side of healthy. Apart from initial lab tests, regular followups and change in diet, they also get to buy him medication every month.

But the news is good. Tucker has noticed his little brother is much more lively since he started his treatment. He hops like a bunny through the tall grass and acts much more endearingly toward their father. Tucker is glad his brother is getting treatment and doing better.

But.

Tucker wishes all that time and attention and fussing could be spent on him a little more. He's not complaining per se. He's just saying that since he is a bigger dog, proportionally, he should be getting more attention. Just saying. On a rainy day, there just isn't much more to do than think about universal canine fairness.