🛏 The Great Overnight Adventure: The Stairway Siege
Totally Tucker reporting 🐾💛
I knew something was off. Suitcases came out. Hoomans marched in and out of the garage. My sleep crate came apart piece by piece. At the end, it was just me and Bunny, sitting in the middle of the floor like, “Well… this seems significant.”
Then we got in the car, but not all together.
Highly concerning. A dog cannot supervise properly when the pack is divided.
I tried to settle in my seatbelt harness (which I will now refer to as the Shoulder Strap of Sorrow), but that lasted ten minutes. Mom rescued me. I laid down. I did not sleep. I was on alert for miles.
When we arrived, the yard was excellent.
A full smell festival.
Trees. Bushes. Layers of history.
But the two house doggos who lived here?
Their smells were everywhere, but they were gone.
Something had happened.
My whiskers tingled.
Inside, things got complicated.
The bedroom was on the main level.
Upstairs were fun little people who make good noises.
But the stairs were steep and narrow and my paws said no thank you.
Downstairs was The Cat. The Cat stared at me like it was reading my thoughts.
So I stayed in the hallway in the middle.
Like the filling in a very stressed sandwich.
I did not go up.
I did not go down.
I patrolled.
I did not eat.
I did not sleep.
For three days, I circled the stairwell like it was my life’s calling.
Outside, there were big stairs I approved of.
Wide. Honest. Good traction.
But also…
The Water Hole.
Round. Bubbly.
It made thinking noises.
So I skirted it with dignity and caution.
Eventually, even a guard dog must rest.
So I climbed onto the hooman bed.
Center position.
Starfish configuration.
Maximum warmth collection.
Heaven.
Until morning.
When The Cat reappeared.
Mission resumed. 🐾
No video of this adventure.
You would get dizzy watching me circle, circle, circle.
Some hero work is best left to the imagination.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,