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| Breed: |
Nova Scotia Duck Retriever, CKC reg as Bernache’s Reddy Tucker
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| Age: |
3
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| Flyball status/position: |
In Training
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| Titles: |
"Awesome Dog"
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| Other sports and hobbies: |
Chasing squirrels; mooching food (unsuccessfully I might add); likes Agility; likes to play ‘Target’ but will not retrieve; adores playing in the snow!
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| Nickname(s): |
Tuckerboy, Tuck-Tuck
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| Favourite snack: |
Peanut butter in any form and peanuts in the shell - he cracks them open daintily - unlike the rest of the time when he ‘tucks’ into his food
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| Quirky habit: |
Lying on the couch his four feet in the air - a real couch potato; pushing off anyone else who happens to be on his couch
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| Favourite Toy: |
A MacDonald’s ‘Babe’ the pig stuffed toy -- it has amazing durability, this toy
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| Guardian: |
Claire
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Tucker seemed like an original name to us first-time dog owners. Now we know better, we have met a lot of Tucker dogs. Actually we named him after a traditional Aussie poem about a Dog on a Tucker Box. ‘Tucker’ in Aussie means food - so our pooch is aptly named. This poem is about drovers and bullock team drivers who passed the time telling stories around the campfire while their dogs kept guard by the tucker (food) box. It had other uses as well, as you’ll see...
Here is a version of the poem. Our next dog will be called Gundagai...
"Nine Miles From Gundagai" by Jack Moses
I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that,
And bogged a bullock team as well,
On a Murrumbidgee flat.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain,
And blink his bleary eye,
And the dog sit on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
I've been jilted, jarred, and crossed in love,
And sand-bagged in the dark,
Till if a mountain fell on me
I'd treat it as a lark.
It's when you've got your bullocks bogged
That's the time you flog and cry.
And the dog sits on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
We've all got our little troubles,
In life's hard, thorny, way.
Some strike them in a motor car
And others in a dray.
But when your dog and bullocks strike
It aint no apple pie,
And the dog sat on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
But that's all past and dead and gone,
And I've sold the team for meat,
And perhaps some day where I was bogged,
There'll be an asphalt street.
The dog, Ah! well he took a bait,
And thought he'd like to die,
So I buried him in the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
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