Hi Cinder, it's Tucker here. I usually don't write much. Hannah is the one that likes to get on the computer and yak. But when Mom saw the subject, she asked if I had anything to say. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't let her know how thankful I am for my "forever home". You see, I had lived a couple of places before and had to fend for myself on the streets for awhile (they called me a stray) and was at a shelter too. I was going to be taken back to the shelter by my last family when Mom said she would take me. That was almost a year and a half ago. Hannah has lived here since she was a puppy. She doesn't know about a hard life and maybe that is why she can be so stubborn and oppositional. But I know about being hungry and cold and scared and alone. I know what it is like to be locked up at a shelter. Mom wondered when she took me in if an "adult" dog would bond with her. Well, I showed her how appreciative, loving, and dedicated and eager to please an "unwanted" pup can be. That is why she named me
Tucker Love.