He seems to suffer from a severe case of motion sickness as witnessed by the "rain of slobber during every car ride" as well as the "vomit everything in my stomach all over the car" stuff. But to look at the positive side...I now know that the missing pepperoni scandal from yesterday is solved. Someone has been slipping them to Tucker.
Gabriel (my five year old) entered into the dog thing with a fear of dogs. We knew he'd get over it and every once in a while the braveness outweighs the fear and he'll pet Tucker. Unfortunately Gabe still spends most of his time hopping from couch to table to kitchen counter to stairs just to travel from the family room to his bedroom. He even tries to eat his meals perched on top of the kitchen table rather than in his chair. Now if he could only grow some spiderweb to shoot out of his wrist so he can just swing from the ceiling to travel through the house than I think everything should work out just fine.
And to prove that the dog is one of us I thought I'd share a picture that I took of Tucker and interpret it for you. Because I now speak dog.
"You're going to blog this, aren't you."
I have to admit that I feel even more bonded to this dog knowing that he takes a bad picture every once in a while too.