Of course his "partner in crime" is good ole Danny; a.k.a. Danny the Damn Dog....and the reason I call him that is because he's so dang smart........he often gets himself into trouble, but can't figure how to get himself out?! And Tucky Pup??? Well he lost his ability to "talk" to you, but he could still whine to get his point across. At one point he helped raise 3 orphaned kittens we found in my neighbors barn; their momma had been killed just 10 hours prior to us finding them. So Tucky Pup was nicknamed "Momma Tuck" tho he was a unaltered male. Weird huh? Well, at first we weren't sure how he would react to such little darlings?? Would he try to bite them or run them down? We couldn't be sure...but everytime one of the babies put their paws thru the oversized ferret cage, yep that's where we kept them rounded up; Momma Tuck would lick the bars to get their scent. One by one, we introduced the babies to him. First baby was Blue Kitty he was the biggest and later earned the name Thunder Paws, he walked all around Tuck and proceeded to nurse on anything that looked like a nipple!
Baby number two was Princess B; the "b" stands for the fact that when she pottied she bawled to let you know she was going!!! Last but not least, Stewart Little came to know Tuck. Stewart Little loved Tucky Pup.....they had a very close relationship. Raising those babies was not easy but if Tucky Pup sat still long enough the babies would climb all over him and later he'd let them "nurse" on the ruff around his neck and they'd fall asleep. We'd put them in their bed after they were good and asleep. We miss Tucky Pup every day, and when we see pictures our eyes get misty....because we loved him so much! Never a day goes by that I don't think of the first time he peedled on the stone hearth when he was first brought home....he wasn't housebroken; and we found that out very quickly!!! My mom fell in love with him while in French Glen, Or on a snowmobile trip; she took him home with her and he followed her around like a love-sick boy.
