By Tucker Baackes
Hi, y’all! It’s Tucker again, back as promised with Part II of my Martha’s Vineyard Memorial Day weekend coverage. Now, first things first, as I know you’ve probably been unable to shake this haunting question since my last post — what is up with my haircut in these photos?
Well, here’s the scoop: Mom and Mimi get along on most things in life. They occasionally quibble over what movie to see at The Spectrum, or whether or not one of them is paying enough attention to the other, and other typical mom and daughter stuff like that. But there is one topic in which the claws really come out (and believe me, as somedog who has gone to battle with an actual cat, this is more than just a metaphor), and that topic is how short a cocker spaniels’ hair should be cut. You know, the really important stuff in life. Anyway, Mimi took me to the groomer right before mom got back to the US, and turns out there was a little “miscommunication” at drop off. You couldn’t cut the tension with a well-timed squeak toy deployment if you tried. (And try I did.)
Thankfully I’m cute enough to pull of any haircut, when it comes right down to it! But anyway, back to Martha’s Vineyard. (And don’t even think about trying to get a doggie haircut there over the summer, by the way. Mom called about a bath in May and the on-island groomers were booked through September!)
After our up-island adventure, I was pooped. The next day, the humans set off on a serious bike ride — twenty-seven miles from Oak Bluffs to Edgartown and across the Chappaquiddick ferry down to Wasque Point, the most Southeastern point on the island. I decided to stay home and monitor the perimeter of the property for intruders instead.
They didn’t get far out of Oak Bluffs when mom decided it was time for the first pit-stop — lunch at island favorite Sharky’s Cantina followed by drinks at the still-relatively-new Bad Martha’s Brewery. This was an important stop, as we learned that Bad Martha’s is totally pet friendly! It’s the perfect place for the whole family to kick back for an afternoon — there’s a fun tasting menu, brand new (and fantastic) appetizer offerings, sassy merchandise for sale and Bad Martha-branded old fashioned games for entertainment.
It was the perfect refueling pit stop.
Properly fueled, their next step was to take the Chappaquiddick Ferry across the short sound. On a beautiful sunny day, that ferry looks like this:
On a not-so-sunny day, it looks a little more like this:
Yet another reason I was glad I stayed home. This dog does not do well in the rain! Personally, I simply refuse to go out in it — though I have trained my humans to take me out under a low-held umbrella when the situation gets dire.
Thankfully for mom and her pals, the clouds never broke into rain on their ride. Rather, they set a moody backdrop for a classic New England excursion.
Now, when mom showed me these photos, I gave her my signature side-eye. I mean, really. Sure, there were no other humans around, and sure, your Canon Rebel T2i has a great self-timer. But if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to be embarrassed, did you still bring shame to your dog? The answer is yes. (I minored in paw-losophy.)
Mom said whatever — if they ever start a band, they’ve got the album art covered.
After a sweaty return home to shower and relax and shower me with Tucker time, the gang headed out again for one last meal as a group (mom and Ian were on the island for five days, but just had their hosting hats on for three of them).
The destination? The Port Hunter, which mom has been yakking about trying for ages. More to come in her upcoming post about the islands’ best restaurants, but suffice it to say they came home happy — and so did I, thanks to a small serving of leftovers. Score!
The next morning, there was one final meal on the docket. Another place mom’s been itching to eat at for ages, despite their offensive lack of dog-friendly seating: Art Cliff Diner. I’ll never understand why humans line up for hours to sit in a restaurant when there are perfectly acceptable dumpsters out back with not a moment of wait time, but what do I know — I’m only a total garbage-eating connoisseur!
Anyway, Art Cliff is one of those where the wait is almost always brutal. But Aunt Liz and Uncle Matt (we got pretty close over the weekend) had timed their trip to arrive on Saturday and depart on Tuesday, cutting their flight costs in half. Another benefit to staying an extra night after the Memorial Day weekend crowds had departed was sailing into a hotspot for dinner on Monday night and brunch on Tuesday morning, no reservations necessary.
Yeah, it was another great trip to Martha’s Vineyard. Personally, the highlight was the discovery of Good Dog Goods, a pet shop within walking distance of our pad in Oak Bluffs. This might not be the most dog-friendly island around — restaurants with seating for pet owners is limited, we came up short when we tried to hunt down the islands’ rumored unofficial dog park, and beach laws are fairly restrictive to pups. But hey, there’s always panting on the sidewalk over a delicious ice cream and getting fawned over by my adoring fans, am I right?
All I know is that as long as I’m with my humans, I’m happy.
Smell ya later,
Lol Tucker, you can totally pull off any haircut!
Tucker is blushing 🙂
Another fabulous Tucker post. Bad Martha’s Brewery seems great! I have to say you have some pretty great looking album art if the band ever forms. Tucker’s Humans kind of has a ring to it, right?
Ha! I like it. I like it a lot…
Tucker, I love your stories! You’re an excellent blogger. It must be nice for your mom to have a break from the keyboard. I have a bird, Marty, and I’ll have to see if I can employ him for a blog post or two, although I’m not sure if he is strong enough to press the keys. I look forward to more of your posts!
I think he might have some coming up from California, eventually 🙂
Tucker, the humans are so lucky that you let them go off and do all these ridiculous things, while you stay home and guard the house 🙂 We have one of those tiny car/bike/people ferries right near our house on the peninsula in Newport. We take it over to Balboa island to eat cinnamon swirls haha!
YUM. See, Tucker would be pissed to be left at home for that 🙂
Tucker is so dang adorable. What a cute way to document your time in Martha’s Vineyard. I think I am just outside of the radius of the northeast that visits the Vineyard on vacation. But it looks so fun!
It really is! If you can make it to Boston, you can make it there 🙂 It’s worth the trek!
Oh my gosh, I remember the days when I had to comb my cocker spaniel’s long hair! When its super long it’s the biggest pain to comb EVER. Short hair is just so much more manageable on these pups. Plus, Tucker is always adorable 🙂
You guys sure know the way to my heart with these Tucker compliments 🙂
Tucker, love you from afar. Dogs are the only real best friends.
They say they are man’s best friend, but I think woman’s BFF too 😉
I always talk from the perspective of my pup, Basil, but I’ve never asked him to write a post. He would probably just yawn and look away from me. Or lay his head on the computer keyboard instead of typing away.
Ha, Tucker LOVES to lay his face on my computer while I’m working. It’s so cute!
I can’t get over how adorable that dog is! Also, the bike rides look fun and look like they give you a great view! Putting Martha’s Vineyard on my list.
Get ready to fall in love when you do! It definitely has a piece of my heart…
Cute! This almost inspires me to write a post in the voice of my pug, but the vocabulary would be limited to snores and grunts.
Ha — I’d read it anyway if there were cute pug pics abound!
Tucker, your blogging game is off the chains! Would not be the least bit surprised if you got a book deal.
Smell ya later yourself!
Tucker book deal: #goals
Awe, you and Tucker are the cutest!
😀 Thanks! I think so too 🙂
I visited Martha’s Vineyard for the first time this year! A friend of mine was married there and I was so happy to finally have an excuse to get my butt over there. We didn’t stay long and sadly didn’t think to rent bikes… but there’s always next time! 🙂
Isn’t it gorgeous?! I can’t think of a more beautiful place to get married!