Tucker Weintraub or
“Why Bones are Bad”
He got into the garbage almost two weeks before we met him.
It was not intentional (on his owner’s part, anyway). The garbage bag was sitting next to the front
door; closed and ready to be taken outside. Tucker, an extremely sweet, fluffy,
grey yorkiepoo very quietly nosed his way into the bag and ate his delectable
find, including the chicken bones that would cause him so much trouble.
