Sunday Flashback: How Much Was That Doggy In The Window?

Hello nice readers, Dennis’s Dada here again. We here in the mythical city of Oceanside would like to thank all our friends for the outpouring of tail wags and purrs from the POTP during Tucker’s last fight, and for all the touching tributes, thoughts, and memories everyone left about Tucker to help us mark his passing. My father sent me this old picture of Tucker in his prime, sitting on the window seat (which Dennis later destroyed) behind the chaise lounge (which Dennis later destroyed), looking out through the vertical blinds (which Dennis later destroyed) to take stock of his domain (which Dennis later des … wait, no, that’s still there, mostly) like a prince (which Tucker was). We’re sure Tucker is back in this young, strong, healthy body as he steals treats from everyone’s table up at the Rainbow Bridge.

“Is Mama opening the refrigerator?”

Oh, I almost forgot about the question posed in the title of the post. The correct answer would, of course, be “priceless”.