Tucker is my first dog. He is the sweetest, kindest, gentlest, funniest, most adorable dog I have ever met. That being said, he is bad. Really bad. (think Marley) And, I STINK at doing anything about it. He is so endearing, he is getting away with murder. Where do I begin? Come when called? Nope. Greets guests politely? Nope - exuberantly, yes, politely, no. Loose leash? Not even close and if he gets any bigger I will have to look into getting my shoulder reset. I used to have a lovely back…
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