Sir Tucker has been in considerable trouble because of his digging. He is in "boot camp" and cannot be trusted. Mom is not a happy camper. He claims he didn't mean to do it but she doesn't believe that for one minute. She tried boots on his front feet as a prevention plan but Tucky sunk into a deep depression. "Woe is me" he says. "If I look pathetic enough, she might take them off."
"She isn't all bad. She did take me for an ice cream in the evening. Nice ride to South Deerfield with my head out the window. Love feeling the wind on my furry face and checking out the farm animals on our route to and from".
Yesterday we spent ~3 hrs at the Dog Park. It was the best. Lots of fur friends and it was an action packed adventure. We love the river and spend lots of time running in and out. So cool and refreshing. Lots of mud to. What more could a dog ask for?
Tucker says he is trying to do better. Only time will tell. Mom surely has "eagle eyes" focused on the lad.
