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I’m really not much a dog-person. Never had a dog growing up, never had a dog period. In spite of Alex’s intermittent pleas to get one, it’s not gonna happen. My sister, however, doesn’t mind having pets. I guess four children isn’t enough chaos. So she bought a rabbit. Talk about a useless pet! Then one day they all went to the pet store and in spite of her deployed husband’s admonishments not to get a dog they came home with “Tucker.” Tucker.jpg When she pulled into my driveway yesterday in the soccer mom van to pick up Alex for lacrosse practice, she had multiple other children she was dropping off and little Tucker in the back. In a moment of temporary insanity or a twist of karma I said, ”I’ll take Tucker.” “Really? That would be great. Are you sure?” “Yeah, it’s only for a couple of hours. We’ll go for a walk. Is he gonna poop?” “I don’t know. You could ask him.” She drove off and left me holding the leash. I didn’t really know what to do next. I had to go get my shoes on, fill my water bottle and grab a hat. What was I supposed to do with the dog in the meantime? I wrapped his leash around something I thought was secure in the garage and ran into the house to get my stuff. When I came back out 45 seconds later Tucker had gotten himself loose and was on top of the garage refrigerator. Like a mountain goat or something. I got him down and started putting my socks on which he immediately took for a game of tug-of-war. Puppy teeth are no match for socks. We started down the driveway and I realized the dog had no idea what going for a walk meant. I figured he would just trot along by my side like all the other dogs I see. Right. It was pretty comical to say the least. We got about a quarter of a mile down the road and this dog about the same size as Tucker appeared about 50 yards away. Tucker freaked. He ducked between my legs and then turned and ran the other way! What a wussy! I told my sister later if she bought him as a watch dog, she better get a gun. Back home on the deck, I gave him some of the Easter ham. He loved it. So now we only had an hour and a half to kill before we had to pick kids up at lacrosse practice. I was bored, and it reminded me of how it was sometimes boring being at home with a toddler. I was hoping Tucker would just lie down and go to sleep. But like a toddler with seemingly endless energy, he was in no mood to sleep. I put him in the back of the car and drove to lacrosse figuring he would like to watch the kids play. Tucker whined all the way there, and when I got to the field and opened the back door, I discovered he peed all over. Poor thing, he was scared of my driving, not unlike most of my human passengers. But at least he peed mostly on a blanket that I could just throw in the wash. Tucker%202.jpg He’s a pretty cute dog, but I’m still not getting one.