My First Post Ever

Hello, my name is Tucker. My dad and I were talking recently, and he suggested that since I am so special, I might want to document my life in a journal for the sake of posterity. Since I couldn't write it by myself, I have asked my dad and mom to interpret my thoughts and share them with the rest of you. Dad said I should tell everyone a little about my life up to this point, so here goes...

I was born somewhere around the end of May or early June 2010, over near McAlister TN.  We're just not sure, since I am a rescue, and we have limited source information. I know that I have a brother somewhere because he and I were given to two men who were working in the area that wanted us puppy dogs. The one man who decided I was a good choice, brought me back to his house among the hills and farms here on the Cumberland Plateau near Dale Hollow Lake. His name was Brad, and he rented the house from my new dad, living there with his wife Megan and their little girl Leah. They were good folks, but Brad being a lineman hanging wires up on poles all around the country couldn't stay home and take care of me. Ms Megan became sick and was hospitalized for a very long time and no one was there to take care of me. I was about four months old at the time and considered an outside dog, so I pretty much just stayed around the porch waiting for someone to come home or drop by to see me or maybe play.

I met my new dad as soon after arriving in this area. He would come over once a week with his tractor to mow the grass and take care of the yard. I would follow him around, and he would stop his work and play with me for a while. He told me later that he had liked me the very moment he put eyes on me. I liked him too, and tried to nip at his hands or tools constantly. One day mom and dad got a call from Ms Megan's family asking if we could go over and take care of the dog, because no one had been there to feed and water me for a few days. Dad came over and fixed me up with some food and water and played with me for a while. He said that he later told mom he felt really bad about leaving a small dog like me outside with no one around to take care of me with all the wild critters around in the hills and all. At the time, they didn't know how smart and brave I was, and that I could take care of myself a little. I found water at a nearby pond of a neighbor down the road, and had already eaten a snake or two that came out of a field where the farmer was cutting hay next door. I like snakes, but not dad. Mom says dad screams and jumps like a little girl when he sees a snake.

After a few days, mom and dad discussed the fact that I should have a good home and someone to look after me. They already had three other dogs at the time, so they were not sure how I would fit in, since they were all smaller and older weiner dogs, and I was destined to be such a big dog. Mom gave the final okay after talking with Ms Megan's family who said they were going to have to take me off somewhere since there was no one available to take of me. Dad came over and brought me home that same day, and mom and dad have loved and taken care of me ever since.

So that's the story, of how I came to live and love my new family here in the hills of Tennessee. I have a human family that loves me, two brothers and a sister dog that mom and dad say barely tolerate me. I am not really sure what "tolerate" means but again, since I am so special I am sure it means they are thrilled to have me around. The next time I will tell you about life with the people I love!