Category: Tucker’s Antics Blog

🐾 Nose-to-Nose with the Big Screen Dog Breakfast time is my nap time. Mom crunches her toast, scrolls through her shiny square thing, and I catch a few extra zzz’s under the table. It’s peaceful. Crumb patrol is my only duty. But today? Things got interesting. I heard giggling—baby giggling! I peeked out from under the table. There on Mom’s screen was a giant dog nudging a tiny hooman. A Great Dane, she said. I don’t know what’s so great about him—he looked huge! Naturally, I had to investigate. I trotted over, stood on my back paws, and plopped my …

🐾 The Tractor Supply Adventure I may look confident now — a seasoned pro at squirrel surveillance and horse-photo stakeouts — but my very first big adventure as a newly adopted dog was anything but smooth. It happened right after I left the rescue. My hoomans had just picked me up and were taking me home when we made an important pit stop: Tractor Supply. Apparently, I needed a few essentials before I could officially start my new life — a crate big enough to fit all thirty-eight pounds of poodle perfection, a new collar, and of course… a toy. …

🎮 Minecraft Menagerie: My Pixel Patrol The screen lit up with strange square animals, and I knew this was no ordinary TV time. My tail started wagging before I even understood what I was watching. Our grandson had taken over the TV, diving into a world called Minecraft. At first, I sat politely on the rug, ears forward, curious. But then it happened—a cow let out a deep “moo,” and I was on high alert. A sheep followed with a “baa,” and I crept closer. When a pig snorted, I leapt to my feet. And then… the chicken clucked. That …

🐒 Chimpanzee Channel: My Latest Wildlife Watch Some shows are too good to ignore. The second the baby chimpanzee appeared on-screen, I was hooked. It wasn’t just watching — it was participating. One minute I was sitting, the next I was on my feet, tail wagging in sync with every hop and tumble. I stood on my hind legs to keep track of its little adventures, then dropped back into a sit, eyes still locked on the screen. Every sound, every tiny gesture — I was studying it all. It felt like we were communicating, one curious creature to another. …

My hoomans have officially lost their minds—all over a Christmas photo. I knew something was up. Hoomans can’t hide excitement. Their hearts start pounding, they talk too loud, and they move around—a lot. The morning started great: spa day. My favorite! Hands on me and only me for hours. Heaven—except for the toenail clipping. Not a fan. And what’s this obsession with the hair in my ears? It’s mine. Leave it be. Then the weirdness started. Furniture moving. Camera out. Mom heads to the utility room and comes back with—oh no—a red bandanna covered in Christmas puppies. I’ll admit, it’s …

Once the “horses” were handled, I turned my attention to a new potential threat — the bookshelf. It’s been there forever, but somehow I’d never really noticed it… until now. I paced, I sat, I stood on my hind legs, and I stared it down, determined to figure out what was hiding up there. Worse, it’s lurking right beside my wire den — and that’s a situation I just can’t ignore. Haven’t seen what started it all? Watch my original standoff in The Horse Photo Incident.

HOOOOMANS! I’M COMPETING IN A NATIONAL PET CONTEST! Vote for me every day to help support rescue doggos—and to send this curly chaos noodle to the awards show in a tiny tux!🐩💛✨

The Thanksgiving Visit 🦃🚗✨ (A true story from Tucker, Professional Family Escort and Part-Time Backseat Acrobat) I knew something was going on. Mom and Dad kept marching out to the car with bags and boxes, and I trotted behind them every time, supervising. That’s my job. I’m basically head of security around here. Then Mom said the magic words: “Tucker, you’re coming with us.” YES. THE BEST. Now, before every car trip, I perform my sacred ritual: I check my reflection in the car door. Gotta make sure the ears are fluffy and the snoot looks symmetrical. Can’t show up …

🦉 Owl Watch Patrol: The Case of the Cheeping Intruder Hoomans think TV is just for them, but I know better — it’s a window into the wild. One night, an owl appeared on the screen, hopping around its enclosure like it owned the place. Every time it cheeped, I moved with it — pacing back and forth across the room, standing on my hind legs to keep up. Then came the rodents. A tiny mouse baby. A blur of squirrels. My tail wagged furiously, and my tongue lolled as I tracked every movement. I couldn’t look away — not …

🐺The Great Wolf Calendar Crisis   It wasn’t the first time I’ve had to protect this house from suspicious wall creatures. Once, the hoomans hung up a calendar with wolves on it. Wolves. In my office. The moment I saw them, I launched into full security mode — barking, growling, pacing my patrol line. They tried showing me it was “just paper,” but I wasn’t buying it. Dangerous predators don’t fool me that easily. In the end, they had no choice. The only way anyone got any peace was when they threw the whole thing away. Mission accomplished. House secure. …