This is my rude boi Tucker! He will turn 6 on April 11th this year, and ever since we brought him home, he has ruled this house with an iron paw!!

Fun fact: A few days after Tucker was brought home to live with us,(he was only months old, and I think we had only just barely settled on his name after being indecisive for a while,) he was too little to jump the step and get onto our front porch on his own, but while my mom was taking him for a walk, she twisted her ankle and fell hard a ways away from the driveway, and she dropped the leash upon impact with the sidewalk. Tucker started barking and yowling at the top of his puppy lungs, and my mom thought he had been hurt! He was so loud, my brother, dad, and I could hear him from inside the house. So, my dad had stood up to rush outside and see what had happened, when we hear young Tucker scratching and barking at the front door, alerting us that something was wrong! He had apparently leapt onto the porch, despite it being much taller than him, and he had such long legs, so he just jumped up, driven by loyalty or something! So, long story short, my parents went to the hospital, my mom had broken a bunch of bones in her foot (and still gets some minor pain and swelling from time to time nowadays,) and Tucker gained one of his first nicknames- Tucker the Wonderdog!

Another fun fact: In most lighting, if you see his nose, there's a heart-shaped patch of pinkish colour on his nose!

Anyway, yeah. He's a grumpy yet sweet dog (he's half German because of the Schnauzer in him), and with very high standards (half French from the poodle in him,) who enjoys yelling at massive dump trucks and cars, but cowers at thunder, fireworks, strong wind, and rain. But he's still a good doggo.