Thursday, April 09, 2009
Little Tuc Ain't So Little Anymore
On tax day, April 15th, Tuc (aka, Tucson, Tucker, the Tucmeister, Tuc-monster, Little Tuc Buddy, and the Tucster) will be 11 months old.
And I can't help but wonder: where has the last year gone?
It seems like just yesterday I picked up the little squirt in AZ and carried him home on the plane in a fit-under-your-seat pet carry-on. I can't imagine him in one now -- he's so grown up.
He isn't fully grown yet, of course. At a month shy of a year old he still has some physical and emotional maturing to do. He's all puppy at heart (a trait I suspect will stay with him even into his golden years), he gets into trouble, and he has the attention-span of a gnat (a puppy thing). But I'll take him just the way hes is. :o)
I have to remember he is still a puppy (yes, a puppy! -- all 85 pounds of him). I can't expect him to act like an adult (nor should I; it wouldn't be fair). He's still puppy-impish and will be for some time.
But what a love! Confident; full of himself; smart; athletic; impish; goofy; possessing a sense of humor (I'd swear on it); in love with life; totally committed to and in love with his people and his pack.
Tuc is all Lab.
And I mean ALL Lab -- everything a Lab should be in personality and temperament.
Now if only we could get him to pee standing still (or at least in one spot) and to keep the water in his mouth or in the bowl when he drinks!
Despite the messes, I love my little Tucmeister (uh-oh... do I detect a smidgeon of favoritism??? -- shhhhh... don't let the other canine kids know!). His zest for life is infectious. And when I watch him, or interact with him, I can't help but smile.
He's my sweet, silly, goofy, make-me-grin-like-a-buffoon boy -- my Tuc Buddy.
Gotta love him.
Now I guess I'll go clean up the puddle and drips around the water bowl and the trail of water drips spanning the family-room floor (Tuc just got done getting a drink).
And I thought Baxter was bad. :)
Still, you gotta love him.
'Til next time,
P.S. Thanks, Momma Teese, for our precious pup. He's a gift to us, and especially to me, in a ways you can't imagine. Ya done good! Head pats and butt rubs to Max and Ellie. :o)