Who Am I
I am KING! At least I think I am. Let me introduce myself. I am Stacy, and now Keith’s, ten-year-old pit-bull, Tucker. Don’t back away…don’t be scared. I am sweet, well most of the time. If you try to get too close to my mommy, it may not go too well. I know the feeling of how you feel about me…you’re scared. Guess what? I’m pretty scared of you as well. Let me tell you a bit about myself so you understand why.
The Beginning
Back in July, 2014, my brother Gabe and some friends found me one night on the streets. Gabe and my sister brought me home. I was lost and scared. Someone had let me go and never came back. Boy that hurts….to have someone dump me and not care what happened to me. We got back to the house, and I was wet and not sure what was going on. They took me inside and Gabe got me cleaned up and that is when I met my mom.
She was definitely unsure about me in the beginning. She believed all those crazy stories about pit-bulls. I heard her say to Gabe I could stay for the night, but there was NO WAY they could keep me. 🙁 Now what was I going to do? They cleaned me up, and I got to sleep with Gabe that night….under the covers even. That was amazing! I slept soundly until morning.
The First Few Days
The next day, we got up, and I got to meet my two sisters. I’m not sure how they felt about me, but I worked hard to win them over with my charm. I followed everyone around most of the day. I slept a lot too, because I was pretty tired from being on the streets. The next day, I got to go to the vet. He confirmed I was GREAT! Actually, he said I was about four months old, wasn’t underweight, and I actually looked pretty good after my ordeal. He checked me for a chip but to no avail.
My mom spent the next several days posting about me on Facebook and looking for my owners. She wouldn’t give me a name because she had said I couldn’t stay. You see….my breed gets a pretty bad name. People believe all of us are terrible and mean. Well, at that point, I was pretty sure that was about the same for humans. Very few of them had been all that great to me. After that, I worked hard to win my new mom over though. I followed her around everywhere, I gave her lots of kisses and I tried to behave as best I could. I mean, I was only a baby, but I did my best.
And then, after two weeks, I heard the words I was hoping for….I could stay. It worked….I had done it! I had convinced her that I was amazing, and she couldn’t live without me. She named me Tucker because everyone always said I seemed to be “tuckered out”. And that’s where life began.
Ten years later….
It’s been a crazy ten years. I’ve gotten lots bigger. I have a daddy now who loves me as much as my mommy. I’ve earned my Emotional Support Animal status by helping my mommy out. There’s been a lot of adventures I’ve been on and many more to come that I can’t wait to tell you about. I still like to snuggle under the covers to sleep at night, leaving mommy and daddy very little room. My mommy says I am the most relational animal she’s ever had. I guess that’s because I have to be with her all the time, no matter where she’s at.
I told my mommy and daddy I wanted to start this blog so that everyone could see all the fun I get to have and what stuff you should really have for me. It’s also important to bring awareness to my breed to let everyone know we’re not so bad. We actually are really great dogs who just want a fair chance. If you get one of me, you just need to take the time to get to know what I’m like and what I need to make me the best I can be. Check out some more info on how my breed here!
What I Want to Blog About
Currently, I have so much to say. My needs are as follows…. I am soooo sweet, but my mommy would say I don’t always “play well in the sandbox”. Slowly, I am also working on my manners and my training helped a lot. I can sit, stay (well sometimes….I mean squirrels and ducks are so much fun) and an array of other things mommy and daddy has taught me. See my post on training here. I’ll wait for my food if you ask me too.
Car rides are amazing, and I know I have to sit in the back. I get so excited on walks that I try to make my mommy and daddy run but they really just want to walk. Kids are scary….have you ever heard them scream? And they run fast everywhere. I’m trying to protect mommy, and I just don’t know what those short people will do. Overall, I’ve decided people aren’t so bad and if they give me some time to get to know them, I’ll love them more than they might want.
Besides my adventures, mommy and daddy said I can talk to you about my favorite foods, healthy things for me, my training and truthfully, all things “Tucker approved”. Look for “The Doghouse” posts on Wednesdays at Living Kismet!
