The day we brought him home.
Sleeping with favorite soccer ball. A few days later he learned to hump it, typical man.
Isn't he precious?
Something tastes good.
A place he has learned to call bed.
Handsome little fellow.
There's a little too much stuff for this guy to get into trouble, eh?
His favorite place to chew his bone, the treadmill.
How could you not love him?
The day he got a sister. Mom, what the hell is that?
So, you look like me, but way smaller.
Not loving the nerd sweater. But, if you do want him to stay still- here's the ticket!
You know how they say grandma's spoil their grandchildren.... yeah this would not happen in my house!
The old fart himself, he's such a party pooper!!
So, Happy Birthday Tucker!!