Nicholas had quite the Halloween haul last night.
He came home with an obnoxious amount of candy.
My plan was to take half of it and send it with my neighbor to the homeless shelter.
My first clue should have been when Tucker had a Skittles wrapper stuck to his foot this afternoon.
He actually whimpered when I pulled the sticky candy from his fur.
But the obvious just didn’t occur to me.
Until Nick got home that is.
He went to his room and let out a blood curdling scream.
“TUCKER ATE MY CANDY!!!”
Holy crap!
That dog has a death wish.
And if the 5 lbs of chocolate doesn’t kill him, I just might!
3 comments:
cracks me up that this is the second post with the title: "Tucker, Rhymes With..."
Any crazy notions I had of getting a dog are now history. Thanks for a dose of the reality of dog ownership.
I've decided I might as well name all of them that. I don't forsee a post about the virtues of Tucker anytime soon! cb
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