And now, for something mildly barn related, involving the member of the Cob Jockey family that is the worst barn dog you've ever met. That's a story for another day.
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| Meet Tucker, my other pet. |
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| And meet Tucker's Friday morning. |
We're experienced sled dog owners, having owned Tucker for two years and fostered Huskies and Malamutes for a year for a local rescue, and normally all is well. But with Nick being unemployed and home 24/7 for ten weeks, then suddenly being gone for his new job on a business trip all week, Tucker's separation anxiety flared up and, well, he ate my door. Luckily, we've known we've needed to replace that door since we had the home inspection a year ago and Nick's employed, so we were able to just laugh about Tucker trying to tunnel to freedom and order a sold-core door. You have to have a sense of humor to own these dogs!
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