Bad, but lovable

Okay, first I must tell you about me. I have typed here before on my mom's blog, but now I am old enough to have my own blog on doodle kisses! Yaay! Anyway, lets get to the spotlight here. My goldendoodle, who is extremely lovable and passionate and loyal and the such, is a menace. LITERALLY! His name is Tucker and he is about two and a half years old and he is the cutest thing ever, so he usually gets away with things like eating my socks or drinking out of the toilet. These things are minor compared to what Tucker does. Let's start at the beginning. We were all exhausted from driving all the way up to the Blue Ridge Mountains just to get a suprize that my mom was getting me. I was so excited because I thought it was going to be a pony or a goat because we drove up to something that looked a bit like a farm. What I got wasn't a goat, but sure looked like one. It was my doodle, which we decided to name Tucker. After vomiting in the car (which we noticed in the backseat after we stopped for gas) we new Tucker would be a little different from all the other doodles in the world. Well, we were wrong. He was a LOT different. The first week we had him, he pooped on the floor twice, ate my little sister's favorite barbie doll, devoured my new shirt from Justice, dug itleast six holes in the backyard, vomited countless times, and always looked up at us with that adorable smile of his saying "Please forgive me. I'm just a helpless little puppy who wants a bone". Even though he gets away with all this, the spoiled rotten dog, we all love him. A wise man/woman once said; dog's are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole. I love you Tucker (I say this as I pull a sock from his mouth)!

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