Much More Than A Pretty Face

So it seems Tucker will rise above the antics of his meddling little brother, Young Harlan Pepper (YHP). It seems that for the past month or so YHP has been telling Tucker to erase his digital footprint for fear of a cyber-attack or worse. So, Tucker, always erring on the side of what would keep his secret identity secret, chose to stop blogging.

Ahem. Then one fine day, Tucker came across this Blog and realized he had been duped once again by the disreputable YHP. Oh, the blood boiled and the whiskers flashed on Tucker's face. But only for a minute, because beneath 60 pounds of fur, Tucker is magnanimous and understanding. And in his wisdom, he knows that he is more than just a blogger with pictures and snappy phrases. He, Tucker, is a dog of deep thought, warm feelings and flickering tail. So he has decided to revise his text and image foray into the electronic note keeping world. And he will welcome, even follow, the fun picture-based blog of his brother, YHP.

Because Tucker, unlike the vain YHP, has been paying attention to the flurry of excitement and the changes around the house. And he thinks his parents might be getting another puppy soon. He will keep everyone posted. Although, his father seems a bit distracted to take the time to help him with the longer posts (he thinks his father may secretly be helping YHP with his blog).

Yay X-Mas

X-Mas has finally arrived and young Tucker is very excited. He and his siblings teamed up with the guest, Sasha, to wake his parents to go play with gifts at 4:30 this morning. Tucker knew the time was close because he got to bark at Santa Claus riding a fire truck last night. That is a good indicator of a chronic unraveling in his understanding of temporal progression.

Anyhow, Tucker rushed out to the living room to sniff out his cookie treats and to be the first to lay in his new plush beds. Everything was just as he asked for it and he was more than happy to share with his siblings, who, most likely received little more than coal themselves.

After breakfast and a few nice naps, Tucker and his family are going to take nice walks around the neighborhood. He is going to brag to all the dogs he meets all the great stuff he got from Santa this year. He has already steeled himself not to be too preachy. But he is willing to somehow distill his secrets of success into a narrative that may or may not fetch him paid speaking engagements or a book deal. Better yet, he may be able to get on the "life coach" circuit after this holiday season success. And then he would be rich and could buy even more gifts for himself and his family.

Now Tucker can't wait 'til next X-Mas to double his return and build his multimedia / inspirational speech empire.