Except that last Saturday, Koda wasn't home. He'd gone with his family to a birthday celebration, and while the rest of us Renegades were cooling off on the driveway after our run, we were a massive disappointment to Tucker when he came outside with his Grandma for a walk:
He stared at us, hopeful that Koda would magically appear. When that didn't happen, he promptly sat down. WHERE KODA?
Then Tucker laid down. I JUST WATE HEER FOR KODA. HE COME OUT SOON.
Grandma worked to get Tucker back on his feet. I BRICK HOUZE GRANDMA. CAN'T MOVE ME.
GRANDMA ONE STRONG LAYDEE.
...and then, Tucker sat down again. NO GRANDMA. I WATE FOR KODA.
Poor Tucker. Poor Grandma. There was quite the struggle to convince him to walk. He finally left, but he kept looking back. I think Tucker worried that we were hiding Koda from him. I KNO YOU WERE DOING DAT. WHERE KODA?!
And that, my friends, is Tucker's Tale of Woe. It truly is a dog's life. Here's hoping he and Koda will get to play tomorrow, because if they don't, I worry that Tucker may need a little doggy anti-depressant. Have a great weekend!