Although Tucker has been through this process with me three to five times a year, every time I pack up, he still has to be right with the rest of my belongings, lest I forget to take him with me.
I wasn’t sure how Tucker would react to the little one as we have no experience with babies. And I wasn’t sure how the dogs would react to Tucker being near her. To Layla, Tucker has always been just another bit of furniture who came with a person who handed out treats. To Saffie, in the past, Tucker was annoying and must be told so at every instance. He must also stay away from her momma.
Surprisingly, I had nothing to worry about. Tucker accepted Olivia into the pack as a human, and took on nanny duties.
Tucker’s face here is the physical representation of how my heart feels every time I’m in the Bay area: