I think most people know of my love for this dog. I have had him since he was 9 weeks old. I saw him on that cold November day, nudge his sisters so he could snuggle in between them, I have taken him on walks in the bitter cold and carried him in my jacket. I have bathed skunk spray off of him with tomato juice, I have lifted him into cars, driven to Dallas with him crying and whining all the way to Hillsboro, I have taken him to dog training, I have taken him to dog parks, fun runs and walks around our neighborhoods. I have scratched his belly, his ears and that big old dewlap of his. I have been with him and he with me for 11 years! 11 years!
But I am thinking about what will happen when it's time for him to go. I think he is in good health and will live several more years. Don't get me wrong... I'm not marking the days but I am just thinking ahead. Preparing myself! Because it will be a hard day for me! A very hard day with a couple of weeks added in too.
So, this is what I have decided, Cooper and I (because Cooper will out live Tucker, I have no doubt. Cooper will not leave me - I can't even leave the room with out Cooper.) So what we are going to do is set up an older care center for Female Basset Hounds! I guess what that really means is the girls and I will foster older female bassets and maybe a few other breeds like Mastiffs! Because Tucker can be so mean and ornery to Cooper and Tiffy this is what we are going to do in his honor! Good idea, right? I think so too!
Enjoy!
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