Fort Tucker

In our house, we have a Tucker fort. Under a large ottoman in our living room is Tucker's alone space. He runs under there whenever he gets a good treat or has something he desperately wants to keep from Macy.

Nate has become very uncomfortable with this. For some reason, he thinks that Tucker is too young to have his own room.  I probably should explain another of Nate's thoughts at this time. For quite a while Nate has decided that Tucker is secretly trying to kill us, or more specifically him. Tucker wasn't always a fan of Nate and is very much a mama's boy. Nate is constantly pointing out to Tucker that we are needed to keep him alive. I constantly remind Nate that Macy has to be higher on the hit list than him, and that when he knocks off her than he can worry.

So last night Nate had enough and led a raid of Fort Tucker, and here is a list of what we found:

Macy's two favorite toys (her Frisbee and gator-we know the reason for this)

One copy of Colorado Canine (a book of the best hiking trails in CO, perhaps he was planning a vacation for he and I after he got Nate out of the picture, or perhaps a place to hide a body)

A nicely folded dust rag (at least we know he was keeping it clean)

His two favorite toys(baby sheep, and what was left of valentine dog)

A small pillow (for napping of course)

One of our home phones(for long distance phone calls to his girlfriend Tipsy in CA)

And, all of the "good" dog bones

After Nate stopped touching his stuff, Tucker pulled all of these items, minus the dust rag and the book, back into his fort. Macy may have gotten the Frisbee back momentarily, but tonight I notice it has already been recaptured. Nate explained to Tucker that this was a privilege and he better not abuse it. For me this was absolutely hilarious to watch unfold, particularly how serious Nate was about it. But I do think he slept better knowing that Tucker was not assembling explosives under there.

Just an average night in the Phillips house! Oh man is Nate going to be an interesting parent...