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 heartworm positive, painfully thin, and so matted my curls felt more like a heavy sweater than fur. I didn’t know it then, but that place would change everything for me. The hoomans there treated my heartworms, helped me feel safe, and slowly brought me back to health. Seven months later, I was ready to meet my family. I didn’t know who they were yet — but I was waiting.
When they finally walked in, I’ll admit, I was confused. They weren’t even looking for me. They wanted a moyen poodle — a smaller model, around twenty-five pounds. I was thirty-eight pounds of curls, legs, and enthusiasm. But sometimes the best things in life are surprises. They saw me, I saw them… and just like that, my new chapter began.
Our first adventure together was a stop at Tractor Supply. We needed a crate big enough for me (turns out I take up a lot of space) and, of course, a toy. I was nervous — pulling on the leash, sniffing everything, not quite sure what was happening. My new mom picked out a toy I’ve never played with (I have standards, after all), but I was happy to climb back into the car and keep heading toward my future.
When we got home, everything was new — new smells, new rooms, new people. I sniffed every corner, inspected the yard, and claimed three toys as my own. That first night, I curled up in my new crate, unsure but hopeful. And every day since, I’ve grown a little more confident, a little more goofy, and a whole lot more loved.
Now, I watch reindeer on TV, investigate suspicious wall art, and supervise the neighborhood from the office window. But underneath all the antics, I never forget where I came from — or how lucky I am to have hoomans who chose me.
🐾Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker