Spa Day Shenanigans 💦🐾
Oh boy, oh boy—guess what day it was? SPA DAY!
You know, the day the human rolls out that fancy oilcloth table thingy. I knew it the second she dragged it from the closet. My tail started wagging like a helicopter blade. I stood right beside the table, giving her my “I’m ready when you are” face while she hustled around grabbing all the mysterious tools of transformation—clippers, combs, scissors, treats (hopefully lots of those).
The second she moved that chair close enough, boop!—I hopped right up on the table like a pro. Sat there tall and proud, ready for action. She calls it “clipping.” I call it “Mom’s excuse to make me look extra handsome.”
I’m very patient, you know. Except for two things: toenails (nope) and the weird hair-pulling in my ears (double nope). But otherwise, I’m the picture of good behavior.
When we’re done, I zoom out into the yard, feeling like a brand-new dog. Tail high, ears flapping, wind in my fur. You better believe I strut my stuff. Gotta show the neighbors who’s the cutest boy on the block. (Spoiler: it’s me.)
Then—STYLE DAY!
Mom brings out my wardrobe. First up: my new blue winter coat. I stand there in the laundry room all serious, trying to figure out how to move in it. Once I’ve got it down, I prance out for my photo shoot. Fashion model Tucker at your service.
Next comes the orange raincoat—a classic. I’ve worn it before, but today it’s part of my official “style show.” Gotta give the fans what they want.
And finally… drumroll, please… my new turquoise sweater! Oh yeah, it’s soft, it’s sleek, and it screams “handsome gentleman with a nose for treats.” Definitely deserves another victory lap around the yard.
Now I’m keeping watch from my favorite spot by the front window. Because rumor has it—more packages are coming. And if it’s something for me? Well, I’ll be the first to know. I always am. 🐶📦💙
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker