Where we’re at: I’m recapping my summer of 2018, and my dog Tucker is stepping in for this final post from my trip to Los Angeles and Santa Barbara in July. In other news: after the first week sold out so quickly, we opened up a second set of dates for my Wander Women Red Sea Retreat. Grab a spot while you still can.
By Tucker Baackes
What up, human fans! (Also known, simply, as humans.) It’s the world’s most beloved senior cocker spaniel here, reporting for the annual edition of my dlog series, Tucker’s Tails.
Dlogging has become such a grind, you know? I kind of felt over it for a while. Every day I open the New Yappy Times and the Wag Street Journal, and all I see is editorial after editorial about how influencers are just animals. I can’t help if it I influence my fellow pets with my inspiring story of finding humans to do my every bidding! I try to stay humble, but you know — ha ha, just kidding, I don’t believe in staying humble. Do you have any idea how many people every day compare me to a stuffed animal?
Anyway, I knew I had to come out of retirement to cover my mom’s last trip to Santa Barbara and Los Angeles. Mom and my friend/fan Ian who she sometimes hangs out with made big plans to go to Valle de Guadalupe, Mexico’s famous wine region just a couple hours drive from Los Angeles. Luckily mom came to her senses when she realized that she had yet to arrange all the proper paperwork for me to begin my international travel career — not that I haven’t done a fair number on the fifty nifty so far. So mom got her priorities in line, switched gears, and planned a trip to Santa Barbara instead.
My best best best friend John told me that my mom Alex was having a rough summer, and me — and some California sunshine, but mostly just me — were just what the doctor ordered. Her trip was shorter than expected, so after just one night in Tucker Town (known by some as Los Angeles, I hear) we hopped in the car for our road trip to Santa Barbara.
Our very first stop was an off-leash dog park, and I was thrilled. Finally, a town that knows how to treat Tucker right!
Next, we rolled into a hotel that knew how to treat an aging cocker spaniel right. Shout out to Kimpton Goodland for the dog treats, dog bed, and excessive fawning at check in! #hostedhound
I have to say, Santa Barbara was a pretty happening town. There were an unusually high number of fellow dogs attempting to compete with me for cutest canine in the sightline, but I was up for the challenge.
Most importantly, I felt in Santa Barbara I was finally granted the free range and respect that I’ve so long been searching for. I was even granted access to normally off-limits locations like the local Botanical Gardens. Don’t dogs deserve the fun of flora, too? So few other living things could come close to matching my bark-filled beauty.
I must say there was one activity that did not win the Tucker stamp of approval on this trip: the infamous local dog beach. I’ve never seen so many aquaholic animals in my life! Mom and Ian kept throwing the ball, splashing around in the sea and otherwise trying to get a reaction out of me other than “disgruntled.” But how was I supposed to relax with all these random passerbys laughing and commenting how tired I must be!
Don’t they know what a busy day I had disapproving of our every move and not listening to the humans and trying to eat trash and wondering what John was doing back home?!
In fact, mom kept looking wistful and referencing me “slowing down” and calling me “old” on this trip. Say what?! I’m not even 21! (In human years, anyway.)
Speaking of, the highlight of any trip to Santa Barbara was wine tasting — and I refused to not be included. Dog Pawrignon and Pupsecco, coming right up! Who says dogs can’t drink wine and eat ice cream too? #pupquality
Finally, a place that knows how to treat a dog. And by that I mean, like a human.
We didn’t stop at wine, either. Mom and Ian insisted on spontaneously going to a chocolate tasting, which I found to be a tad rude. For once, my demands for human cuisine went unanswered. Rude.
When it was finally time to head home to my own turf, I insisted that we leave at none other than peak rush hour. I mean, being in the car is the best, right? Ian decided that rather than freeway the 101 back, we’d take the 126 instead — nothing but orange groves, mountains, and my ears flapping in the wind.
There’s so much more of California I need to command my humans to take me to.
So the car ride was a gas, but what was really great was being back at my house, where I make the rules and stand on whatever countertops I want!
Vacation is great and all, but I have a very busy schedule to keep up — the neighborhood can barely function if I’m not perched on the futon John pulls up to the window for me to watch over things when I can’t be fully present on the front porch to terrorize the mail woman.
So I was happy we had a few days at home where I kept things under control and mom ran around to yoga classes, meetings with her diving partner PADI, and various other fitness classes before the most important workout of them all — running home to feed me!
One thing mom wouldn’t stop yakking about was the fact that her New York yoga studio opened a new branch in Silverlake. A dozen downward dogs in an hour and not one single cocker spaniel allowed in the class? I say, forget it.
Luckily, when they weren’t boring me to tears or trying to hug me or not feeding me in the requested amounts or intervals, the humans did bring me along for some fantastic meals. First up, when Mom realized she was about to wrap up an entire trip to Los Angeles without doing or seeing one new thing, John brought us — including the hottest of dogs — all to the iconic Pink’s Hot Dogs for a luxurious dinner.
It was an homage, needless to say, to me.
Ian steadfastly refuses to leave California without a stop at In N’ Out, and while he rudely refused to order me his own meal, I do respect a fellow food fan.
And then we dropped those crazy kids off at the airport, which was hard, knowing it was all downhill now that they had just experienced the highlight of their year — hanging out with me!
Till next time,
I have missed reading about Tucker’s adventures! This was great!
I’m missed transcribing them 😉
Tucker’s Tails are some of my favorite posts ever!!! Thank you, as usual, for the smiles 🙂
Haha, thanks Em! I miss my little guy so much right now!
Well Tucker you did a bloody good job here, I enjoyed the post
I’ll pass on the compliment 😉
Such great and creative writing, Alex. I might have smiled once or twice while reading 🙂
I love these pics of Tucker, too!
Isn’t he just the cutest dang dog?! We are so lucky!
Thanks for featuring Tucker again, Alex. Appreciated it. Really enjoyed seeing him out and about.
You’re so welcome — the pleasure was all mine!
Tucker’s Tails always make me giggle! I bet he has fun writing them (; Wishing you more pup love soon Alex!
He SURE DOES ;P Thanks Kendal!
Great writing, Tucker! These posts always get a bunch of smiles from me. My fave pic is the one of him smiling with his eyes closed next to the pupsecco – so happy!
Haha I love that one too. He’s SUCH an expressive dog!
The happiness in Tucker’s adorable little face is shining through! Tucker’s Tails are the best 🙂
Aw, thanks 🙂 Hope there’s another edition coming soon!