Tucker is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He came to live with us while Caleb was deployed to Iraq two years ago. He kept me company by sleeping in my lap any time I was sitting down. He kept me busy by peeing on the floor anytime it was thundering outside.
Without a doubt, he is the most spoiled individual in this house.
How could he not be, when there are so many humans here to fight over him?
Tucker loves tennis balls, open laps, and looking innocent while he steals quiche off the dining room table.
I photograph him endlessly. Because, well, he poses for peanut butter.
And he's ridiculously handsome.
There. I said it.