Category: Tucker’s Antics Blog

Dinner was on the menu… until the reindeer showed up.I trotted into the living room, kibble still waiting in my bowl, and there they were — a whole herd of reindeer on Dr. Pol. Ears up, nose twitching, I froze. When they drifted off the edge of the screen, I knew what I had to do: check the next room. Back and forth I paced, from TV to bedroom, convinced the herd had escaped.Then it happened. A massive male with giant antlers filled the screen. My paws left the ground, tail straight, chest proud — I stood tall, nose to …

Some dogs run when they hear the word “grooming.” Not me. I love spa day.Mom’s a certified all-breed groomer, so our kitchen transforms into what I like to call The Spoo Spa. She sets up the table with a soft pad — very professional, five stars — and usually lifts the dogs up herself. But not me.At my very first grooming session, before she could even bend down, I jumped right up on the table and faced her square on. “I’m ready now,” I told her with my eyes. And I’ve done it ever since. Once I’m up there, I …

🐴The Horse Photo Incident Hoomans do the strangest things. One day they came home with new decorations — big pictures from their trip out west. Every single one showed them sitting on horses. Horses. In my living room. I stared at those pictures hard. They weren’t moving, but I wasn’t fooled. Any second now, one of those giant hooved beasts could trot right across the rug. I hopped onto the chair beneath one, stretching as tall as I could to get a closer look. Still no movement… but I wasn’t taking any chances. If there’s a potential intruder — even …

Welcome to my written legacy — the official record of all my misadventures, dramatic discoveries, and highly important household investigations. These stories prove that chaos isn’t just a hobby for me — it’s a calling. Grab a treat, get comfy, and dive into the daily drama of my dog life.   I wasn’t always the confident chaos coordinator you see today. Before I landed here — with my fluffy topknot, full belly, and a toy basket overflowing — life looked pretty different. I started out as a neglect case. By the time I arrived at Carolina Poodle Rescue, I was …