The Trouble With Tuck (1981)
The Trouble With Tuck
“Because he'd become “civilized,” Tuck was now a per-manent night resident in my room, and although I main-tained to everyone that he slept strictly on my bedside rug, there wasn't a single night that I couldn't feel his weight at the end of my bed, often a cozy lump over my feet. He was my security in the darkness, my knight of the night.
One black, scary hour, during a rare thunderstorm over Los Angeles, with lightning cracking and great rumbles of thunder shaking the house, I let him sneak under the covers with me. No, I won't lie. He was invited under many times, especially when I'd had a bad day. I know that many other people do this, and just ignore the fleas, as I did.
Tuck had his bad days too. He made ribbons of an expensive Norwegian wool sweater that my mother had put out to dry in the shade. He also ripped out some of her best plants. But these are normal puppy happenings, and anyone with a right mind would understand them.
By now, the Dudley pink was confirmed and had enla...rged to cover about half of his nose, making it mottled black and pink.MoreLess
One black, scary hour, during a rare thunderstorm over Los Angeles, with lightning cracking and great rumbles of thunder shaking the house, I let him sneak under the covers with me. No, I won't lie. He was invited under many times, especially when I'd had a bad day. I know that many other people do this, and just ignore the fleas, as I did.
Tuck had his bad days too. He made ribbons of an expensive Norwegian wool sweater that my mother had put out to dry in the shade. He also ripped out some of her best plants. But these are normal puppy happenings, and anyone with a right mind would understand them.
By now, the Dudley pink was confirmed and had enla...rged to cover about half of his nose, making it mottled black and pink.MoreLess
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