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| It was the mid 90s…. |
1/31/1996. Fifteen years ago today I was pregnant with our first son, and although I didn’t know it yet, it was also the day our very first puppy was born. A week or so later we visited the farm where his mom–a yellow lab–and his dad–a black lab–spent their days.
It was so hard to choose! We watched and fell in love with the tiny little pups who tumbled over one another, all tospy-turvy. Finally, we knew the one that would be ours. The farmer, who had been breeding for years, marked his ear with pink nail polish, so we’d know for sure he was ours when we returned.
In March, we brought him home, and we called him Tucker. Oh, he was cute!
He found a favorite spot in the kitchen,
and waited for the baby to come, right along with us.
In August, our first baby joined us,
and Tucker learned a new trick.
Over the years, Tucker would be joined twice more by little babies, and he was never happy about it that first week after a new infant showed up. Those boys loved him, though, and after a week he loved them right back.
Of course, they didn’t have a monopoly on the dog love.
He made it 13 long years, and we really loved him. We miss you, good dog.
