Never Tuckered Out
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Dog's Life
By Tsgoyna Tanzman

There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.
~Baruch Spinoza

"Don't worry," said Dee, tickling Tucker's smooth pink belly. "We're going to have a good time; you go do the same." She winked confidently at me.

Three months into our puppy parenting, my husband announced that he and I were going on a business trip. Finding a place for my nine-year-old daughter, Zoe, to stay the weekend was easy, but finding a place for our nine-month-old, four-pound Yorkie was a different story. Tucker had never been away from us and I hated the thought of putting her in a kennel, so when I heard that my husband's receptionist had doggie-sat another Yorkie for six months, I was relieved. Dee was great with Tucker and as much as a mom could feel "comfortable" handing over her baby, I felt confident that she would be safe. (Keep reading)