Tucker

A few pictures here of the big monster.

Always up for a little wrestling...

...paybacks are a bitch though.
Not a big fan of thunderstorms.
Enjoyed a good rally followed by some recovery time
Lover of children (I love this face.)

One thing you might not have known about Tucker is he was a wanderer. He would often turn up missing in a most unlikely way for a 100 lb St Bernard. But he loved to explore, and his long life was certainly enhanced by the kindness of more than a few strangers who helped him find his way home. Once when we were dogsitting, Shannon finally tracked him down a mile from our house, on a dirt road, plodding along at an enduro-style pace like he was ready to just see whatever there was to see. Not panicked, not too excited, just curious about whatever else was out there. Maybe now he can finally go find out.

And he loved the start of a good ride. In an awesome and appropriate way, he's buried right at the start of the Paranormal course here on the farm.