A year ago today I met Tuck.
He rode all the way from Ohio to Virginia on my lap.
Picking an eight-week old puppy out of a litter from a breeder I’d never met could be considered a gamble, and I never expected to get so lucky but I really think I did with Tuck. He’s been a forgiving, patient teacher for this first-time puppy raiser. Now that we are through the first year of training (for him and me!) and constant vigilance while establishing the rules and boundaries, I enjoy him more each day. I am also looking forward to seeing where he goes from here.
Now that he weighs about 60 pounds he doesn’t fit on my lap as well, but we still stick pretty close. He’s kept the same thoughtful and serious expression he had as a puppy, but he also smiles a lot too—especially when we’re on adventures.
Happy anniversary, happy boy.