One of our first adventures together was a year ago, right after I made my life with Tucker official by signing his adoption papers.
Before I begin, I need to whole-heartedly admit something: I am a dork. I don’t believe in dressing dogs up in human clothes, but a picture with Santa—why not?
I don’t know what kind of life Tucker had before me, but shenanigans of various sorts is what’s in store for him from here on out. And getting his photo taken with Santa is just one of those unnecessary hijinks.
Here are the results:
Before I begin, I need to whole-heartedly admit something: I am a dork. I don’t believe in dressing dogs up in human clothes, but a picture with Santa—why not?
I don’t know what kind of life Tucker had before me, but shenanigans of various sorts is what’s in store for him from here on out. And getting his photo taken with Santa is just one of those unnecessary hijinks.
Here are the results:
No, Tucker, stay there.
Yeah, good. Try to hold him. Tucker, stay up there.
Ugh, no, Tucker stop.
Tuck--(sigh)--Oh just, forget it.
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