See His Sole, er Soul

Look at this face. Tucker can't look me in the eye. He is feeling a little guilty about a certain thing he did, this certain thing. It used to be a shoe. At some point in the last few days he went into Garret's room and sniffed out his favorite pair of Sperry Docksiders from under his bed and took one outside and proceeded to completely chew the entire shoe down to the sole. We haven't found a single remnant of the shoe. I must say he did a thorough job.
Tucker brings us so much joy. He is so willing to love us, he has mastered the English language because he completely understands the words Ice Cream, Truck, Hamburger, Biscuit, and Walk. We love his "hound" smell that only a hound owner can understand, all "Frito-y", his floppy ears, the way he loves to get all cozy in bed, and even the way he streams toilet paper from the roll through the house, and  the way he insists on being in the middle when we are sitting next to each other, it's just where he is most content.  We'll keep him even when he does the occasional puppy-like things and chews a shoe or sock. He had us the first moment we laid eyes on his little mahogany, feet and ears too big for his body.