Tuka the Wonder Dog

Tuka has been with us for some time now, at least a couple of years? It’s easy to lose track of time when schedules are secondary to life. He is a great dog and is a constant piece of my life. He stays wherever I am, usually doesn’t need a collar, rarely a leash, unless we’re somewhere new. He’s a constant companion.

He doesn’t, however, like being in the shop with me. I suspect it has something to do with being previously abandoned in a basement. He really doesn’t like the salamander jet style heater, I get that. It makes a big noise and blasts out flame. The shop has a pellet stove however, and even when it’s just the pellet stove, he doesn’t much like it out there. He doesn’t mind the noise of the saws and other things. He doesn’t like pounding or things thrown (Again, I suspect previous issues).

He gets a treat when he goes out, pats, and whatever else I can think of, but his time out there is spent looking at the door ready to go in. He has a little bed out there with a blanket. Sometimes if he knows I’m going out there, he’ll watch me head out the door, but turn around and trot back to the couch. It’s just not his bag at all.

I really miss the summer months when I can just have the garage door open and he can come in and out as he pleases. Usually he opts to stay nearby chewing a piece of wood or bone leftovers in the driveway. On hot days he will come in and lay on the cool cement floor.

Not in the cold months, the door simply can’t stay open. He’ll come out if I have spent a long time out there. He figures “I guess if I have to.”

I am not sure how to get him over this hurdle, but it would be nice if he enjoyed joining me for work at home days in the shop. I’m open to suggestions, but in the end, I won’t force him to do things he doesn’t want or things that remind him of the dark times he survived.

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