| Brookline Labrador Retriever Rescue Helping Labs Find Their Fur-Ever Homes |
| Tucker |
Hey there Brookline fans,
My name is Tucker and I have just settled in to my new
home. I tell you what, I am having a blast! My new parents
really like to be taken for walks, which is good for them I
guess. Jees, most days I have to walk them twice a day,
even in the rain and snow! I’m always in a hurry to go for the
walk, because it is like my favorite thing to do besides being
petted on all day long. My new parents always make me wait
before going out the door. I don’t know why they are so
obsessed about this, but I’m starting to just let them have
My name is Tucker and I have just settled in to my new
home. I tell you what, I am having a blast! My new parents
really like to be taken for walks, which is good for them I
guess. Jees, most days I have to walk them twice a day,
even in the rain and snow! I’m always in a hurry to go for the
walk, because it is like my favorite thing to do besides being
petted on all day long. My new parents always make me wait
before going out the door. I don’t know why they are so
obsessed about this, but I’m starting to just let them have
their way, because sometimes it seems like we’ll never get out the door. Seriously, I think they are
watching way too much Cesar Milan on TV. Personally, I’m not a big fan of the show, and sometimes I
even bark at some of the bad dogs on there. Anyway, I really like to pull on the leash. I just can’t help
myself. My new Dad says I was a Budweiser Clydesdale in my previous life. My folks are telling me that
they are going to teach me to be more calm-submissive on the walk, but I just tell them "rots of ruck".
Anyway, let me tell you about some of the other cool things I’m up to. Well, when I got here, I found a
huge box of toys. My new folks had a legendary lab named Hootie before I came along and he left all
these great toys here for me. Hoot even left a humongous rawhide bone behind - all hidden in the corner
of the dining room. But, I am a very respectful dog and I don’t bother his bone, because he was so nice
to leave me all these great toys. Thanks Hoot! There’s even a cow that moos if I chew on it hard enough.
To me a good toy is like a fine cigar, so I like to have one in my mouth at all times. However, just between
you and me, I think poor Hootie was spoiled rotten to the bone. Besides all these great toys, I can smell
that he used to get up on the sofa – can you imagine that?
The other thing that my folks have shown me is the magic laser show. All I know is that somewhere, out
of nowhere, a bright red dot will appear, sometimes on the carpet, sometimes on the snow in the back
yard. It starts moving really fast, and I just can’t help myself, I have to chase after it and squash it like a
bug. I tell you though, you can’t kill this thing, because it keeps reappearing out of nowhere, even after
I’m sure I just pounced on it. Just last night, it suddenly appeared on the fence in the back yard and I
must have chased that darn thing 10 times back and forth. I got all muddy, and Mom had to pull out the
watching way too much Cesar Milan on TV. Personally, I’m not a big fan of the show, and sometimes I
even bark at some of the bad dogs on there. Anyway, I really like to pull on the leash. I just can’t help
myself. My new Dad says I was a Budweiser Clydesdale in my previous life. My folks are telling me that
they are going to teach me to be more calm-submissive on the walk, but I just tell them "rots of ruck".
Anyway, let me tell you about some of the other cool things I’m up to. Well, when I got here, I found a
huge box of toys. My new folks had a legendary lab named Hootie before I came along and he left all
these great toys here for me. Hoot even left a humongous rawhide bone behind - all hidden in the corner
of the dining room. But, I am a very respectful dog and I don’t bother his bone, because he was so nice
to leave me all these great toys. Thanks Hoot! There’s even a cow that moos if I chew on it hard enough.
To me a good toy is like a fine cigar, so I like to have one in my mouth at all times. However, just between
you and me, I think poor Hootie was spoiled rotten to the bone. Besides all these great toys, I can smell
that he used to get up on the sofa – can you imagine that?
The other thing that my folks have shown me is the magic laser show. All I know is that somewhere, out
of nowhere, a bright red dot will appear, sometimes on the carpet, sometimes on the snow in the back
yard. It starts moving really fast, and I just can’t help myself, I have to chase after it and squash it like a
bug. I tell you though, you can’t kill this thing, because it keeps reappearing out of nowhere, even after
I’m sure I just pounced on it. Just last night, it suddenly appeared on the fence in the back yard and I
must have chased that darn thing 10 times back and forth. I got all muddy, and Mom had to pull out the
Sham-Wow! to clean me off. I don’t mind getting cleaned off though, because it is like a rub-down, and did I tell you I’m all about rub-
downs? People are always telling me what a nice coat I have. It’s so brown and shiny and thick. The great thing is even when I’m dirty,
I’m still brown! Like I always say, "brown is the new black!"
Let me see, what else do I have to report? With all the activity around here, I’ve dropped a few pounds. When I got here, I was over 90 lbs.
You could hardly see my waist and I waddled like Uga the bulldog when I walked. My Dad was calling me "chocolate flab" and "the fridge"
after the infamous Chicago Bear defensive lineman. I’m not yet down to my fightin’ weight yet, but I’m not too far off. I’m one of those "big-
boned" chunky-style dudes and could probably never be skinny. I like my food too much. Usually, I inhale my food with more suction than
a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Who’s a fan of those skinny, Frisbee-chasing, boinger-for-legs dogs anyway. Hey, somebody has to play
defensive line, right? Thanks Brookline for hooking me up with my new family. I’d also like to give a shout out to my first family, as they
really did a good job teaching me to be a very respectful boy.
downs? People are always telling me what a nice coat I have. It’s so brown and shiny and thick. The great thing is even when I’m dirty,
I’m still brown! Like I always say, "brown is the new black!"
Let me see, what else do I have to report? With all the activity around here, I’ve dropped a few pounds. When I got here, I was over 90 lbs.
You could hardly see my waist and I waddled like Uga the bulldog when I walked. My Dad was calling me "chocolate flab" and "the fridge"
after the infamous Chicago Bear defensive lineman. I’m not yet down to my fightin’ weight yet, but I’m not too far off. I’m one of those "big-
boned" chunky-style dudes and could probably never be skinny. I like my food too much. Usually, I inhale my food with more suction than
a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Who’s a fan of those skinny, Frisbee-chasing, boinger-for-legs dogs anyway. Hey, somebody has to play
defensive line, right? Thanks Brookline for hooking me up with my new family. I’d also like to give a shout out to my first family, as they
really did a good job teaching me to be a very respectful boy.