🎉 Big Day at the Carolina Poodle Reunion
So apparently once a year, all the fancy dogs from Carolina Poodle Rescue return to the farm for a big party. They call it a “reunion.” I call it “The Best Sniff-Fest Ever.” Mom said it would be good for my socialization. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded suspiciously like “sharing.”
The morning started with chaos—hoomans pacing, doors opening, bags moving, me following close behind to supervise. I could tell something exciting was up. But would I get invited or would I be told, “Not this time, Tucker”? I parked myself by the car door—just in case. Finally, the magic words: “Okay, Tucker, hop in!”
I ride buckled up, safety first. Harness clipped to the headrest—apparently, I’m not allowed to be the co-pilot (yet). The road to the farm was long and curvy, and… well… let’s just say breakfast didn’t make it. Not my fault the car zigzags like a squirrel.
When we arrived, there was another poodle dressed like a cowboy—bandana, hat, the whole deal. I gave him a polite nose bump, but then my feet hit the ground, and whoa—so many dogs, people, and smells! My tail couldn’t keep up.
Then I spotted my favorite CPR guy, Jay—dressed like a police officer! At first, I thought I was in trouble, but then he took off his mask, and I knew that face! I wagged so hard I almost took flight.
Inside the fence, things got really fun. Tents, tables, and a sea of poodles—big ones, tiny ones, curly, straight, and even a few “imposters” (non-poodles, bless their hearts). There were dog treats on the tables. Not chicken sticks, but tasty enough to encourage repeat visits.
We tried a game called “musical dogs,” but didn’t make it to our turn. That was fine—I met a cute buff-and-white poodle gal instead. A gentleman never kisses and tells, but let’s just say I turned on the charm.
During lunch, Mom started talking to three poodles behind us. Three! I gave her a low growl and a gentle nose bump—just a reminder that I’m her number one.
We even won a pink poodle ornament in the silent auction. I think it should go on the tree next to my photo ornament—equal billing, obviously.
By the end of the day, I was ready for my limo (okay, Toyota) ride home. I snoozed most of the way, dreamed of chicken sticks and lady poodles, then went straight for a big drink from my bowl and a long nap.
Celebrity life is exhausting.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker.