I can honestly say we never knew a dog with a better personality than Tucker. He was so happy, easy-going, mild-mannered, friendly, kind and patient with toddlers, older kids and adults alike.
I think this, taken on January 10th, was the last picture I took of him. It was snowing lightly that day, our daughter and her partner were here helping Papa Pea and me with some project or another. We were all making trips going back and forth outside, from wood shed to storage building to poultry yard to garage, and back again.
Tucker, always wanting to know what was going on, couldn't decide who he should follow or where he should be so he stationed himself in the very middle of the traffic area so he could keep an eye on everyone coming and going. I tried to put him inside a couple of times, but he didn't want to budge from his watch spot.
Even though Tucker was happy being a bit of a couch potato, or "floor potato," he was ever eager for an adventure. He never said no to a walk with us, often out to the mailbox and back in snow deeper than his stubby, little legs. This spot by our stove in the kitchen was a favorite of his as he could observe everyone as we moved around in the house.
When he was with us over the dinner hour, he would station himself by his dish and patiently wait while we ate. Then when the table started being cleared, he would stand up and "talk" to us so we didn't forget it was his turn to be fed.
We always got a kick out of this splayed-out posture of his. I would tell him he looked like a pelt someone would hang on a wall.
Happy pup. He even smiled when he was sleeping.
If you're ever fortunate enough to have a dog like Tucker, you'll be very lucky. He was such a good boy.