Sir Tucker Bootstraps has decided that he likes it here. :)
I tried him with a knuckle bone yesterday, something interesting to do while the warm afternoon hours passed by. This was a third attempt to introduce Tuck to chewing a bone, something as natural as breathing for most canines, but a totally foreign concept to him.
Yesterday he *got* it and was in doggy heaven. Way to go Tucker!
Our boy is 15, a bit deaf, a little farsighted, maybe, but still as sharp as a tack. He managed to silently remove a metal food bowl from the top of the dryer, without anyone noticing, and without spilling a morsel of food.
Tucker has fallen in love with Piper, too. She's a little hussy.....she's got her "come on, big boy" tail action happening with every male she meets, and the bigger they come, the harder they fall. Tuck spent a long time grooming her from head to tail yesterday, and Piper, of course, soaked up the attention. She got a little tired of the brain lavage after a while, though. There's only so much room in a Pug's ear for a Lab's tongue.
We're very happy that Tuck has settled in so perfectly, and so quickly. Sienna loves him, Piper, too. Everyone else is cool with him, except MacKenzie, who, of course, wants him dead. He has bonded, and is exceptionally eager to please. I think he's even beginning to grin every now and then. That's a gift.
Now on to helping our boy understand that our hands, our broom and our mop are never going to hurt him. Tucker is terribly head shy. He loves, loves, loves having his velvety ears rubbed and he enjoys being stroked , but he scrunches his eyes closed and ducks whenever a hand comes near his face, so we have to come from below.
That will change. Someday Tucker will realize that absolutely no harm will come to him here.