“I had just moved into a new apartment and thought this would be a good time to get a dog.
My brothers have had dogs for years. I loved most of the family dogs.
It’s nice to have a dog when you are alone. It’s like having a friend.
I went to the ACC shelter. I had scanned their website and saw Tucker’s picture the night before I went.
I was very unsure when I went to the shelter. I talked to my family and they said, why now?
My apartment was still under renovation and I didn’t have extra money for dog care. My biggest concern was the overall cost, but I just did it.
He was scheduled to be given to a rescue group, but I got him first.
I took him home within an hour of our meeting. We walked home from East Harlem.
When my mother came to my apartment to see the renovation progress, she pretended he wasn’t there. We were on skid row already, so getting the dog didn’t help.
She secretly bonded with the Tucker.
I left the apartment for a few hours and when I returned I found out she had walked him.
My brother, his wife, their baby, my mother me and my dog spent the Christmas holiday together.
The worst thing was his separation anxiety. He barked nonstop when I left the apartment. That caused tremendous stress because my neighbors complained and I was new to the building.
I solved the problem by buying him a crate and surrounding him with sofa cushions, (with plenty of room to breathe).
The best moment, was seeing him in my apartment, the day we came home together.