Tucker: The Jackalope of Pelican Point

April 21, 2010 · 6 comments

For reasons that I don’t yet entirely understand, it was love at first sight.


There was just something so sturdy and athletic and handsome about him…


… yet whimsical and unassuming and open at the same time.
The experience of seeing Tucker romping the dunes of Pelican Point Beach was like watching a seriously stocky woman having a fabulous time dancing at a wedding.


Tucker LOVES his beach time.


He simply oozes the confidence building attitude of the Jackalope in Boundin’


Come to think of it, he even has a few of the same moves.
For a dog his height, Tucker can really build up a decent head of steam on the firm straightaways.


And where the going gets a little heavier for a critter with three-inch legs sponsoring a two-foot body? Well, this dawg isn’t afraid to make a bit of a mess and let the sand fly where it may! Sometimes you just have to go where the path is a bit rough, like, when there’s a new friend to meet, for example.
It was like living the proverbial slow motion run through the field of daisies into the loving embrace of your soul mate. Cue the violins…


… nope.
He ran right past me. I clearly was so NOT the draw.


Objects of fascination are short lived in the dog world, apparently. The moment a stick showed up on the scene, poor Tucker was as much yesterday’s news as I had been, thirty seconds earlier.

Who knew the axiom “Payback’s a bitch” was so literally true?


At least Tucker got a sympathetic belly rub out of the deal.


In my moment of distress, all I got was a sheepish half glance as he started to slink home. But Tucker has a remarkably fast emotional metabolism, and before he got a short waddle away, he had regained enough of his composure to circle back and tell me a great joke.

I’ll save that for another day. Meanwhile, I’m boundin’ over to amazon.com to buy the next best cure to a belly scratch for a broken heart: a booster shot of my second favorite jackalope in the Pixar Short Films Collection, Vol. 1,

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Sandi Fentiman April 22, 2010 at 6:42 am

Really looks like Tucker didn’t want to leave the beach. He’s a nice looking Corgi. Do you know if he’s Pembrook or Welsh? They were used as cattle dog’s since they were low to the ground. If a cow kicked, it would usually miss the dog, unless the canine was to close.

rickandkathy April 24, 2010 at 10:36 am

He was such a sweetie! No idea about breed: his owner said he was a rescue puppy. But low to the ground… that’s for sure!!

Lori Boone April 21, 2010 at 6:38 pm

I was thinking about my own as I started to read…why I fell in love at first sight, unable to gain my composure, weak-legged, stumbling over my words…so gorgeous and so cool looking he was, and still is!
I have canine love stories too..Benjamin and Franklin, my Cairn Terriers.
How I miss them so.

Lori Boone April 21, 2010 at 6:34 pm

The first few sentences, I thought you were talking about your husband!

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