When Mike found out we were having a baby boy, the first thing he said was, “now I have someone to leave my guns to.” Really? It must be a southern thing. The second thing was, “Now it’s time to get a hunting dog.” And that he did. While I was waddling, large, miserable and about to pop, Mike went to a neighboring town and came home with a female pup. I think she reminded him of his dog Maggie growing up. We named her Tucker. The day before we found out I was pregnant, we had been on a quail hunt and one of the flush dogs was named Tucker. While we always had a hard time deciding on names for our children, we looked at each other and simultaneously said , ‘if we ever get a bird dog, we will name it Tucker.’ Of course, in my mind I thought we would never actually get a large dog. Mae is a ‘family’ name from her line– affectionately known as Tucker Mae.
Not to be outdone by Poochie… Tucker Mae, you too are a sweet, sweet girl.
Our little pocket rocket- aka English Cocker.