As Tuxn’s fame skyrockets, so does her penchant for the finer things in life—especially when it comes to food. It all started innocently enough, with the “Room Service” button press to start her ACC button conversations when she wanted something in particular. But as her culinary tastes evolved, so did her demands. Soon, I found myself at her beck and call, fulfilling gourmet orders at all hours of the day…and night.
It was 2 a.m. when I first heard it—a clear and insistent command echoing through the house: “ROOM SERVICE!” “STEAK NOW!” Bleary-eyed and disoriented, I stumbled out of bed, half-hoping I’d imagined it. But no, there was Tuxn, wide awake and repeating the same commands over and over.
By the time I found myself in the kitchen, pulling out a prime cut of steak, it dawned on me—this was no ordinary dog; this was a diva with a taste for luxury. The sizzle of the steak hitting the pan was music to her ears, and I could swear she was smirking as she watched me cook her a meal fit for royalty.
As the days went on, her demands became more creative. “Room Service” was quickly followed by “Breakfast!” at the crack of dawn, and soon, “I need it now!” became a regular command. Tuxn had developed a habit of choosing the most inconvenient times to satisfy her gourmet cravings. There I was, preparing meatballs or heating Vegetable bone broth at all hours of the night, all because my darling Tuxn had a sudden craving.
The kitchen became my second bedroom, with gourmet meals prepped around the clock. My sleep life is ruined, taken on a new rhythm—one that revolved entirely around Tuxn’s culinary whims. I became fluent in her Corsonian (native tongue) language, anticipating her requests even before she pressed them. Tuxn had me trained better than any professional chef.
But in all honesty, who could resist those big, pleading eyes and that wagging tail? Even as I flipped steaks in the middle of the night, there was a certain joy in knowing that I was making my best friend happy. Tuxn’s fame might have turned her into a demanding little diva, but it also brought us closer together, sharing quiet moments over gourmet meals that I never thought I’d be cooking at such odd hours.
And so, the kitchen remains on standby, always ready for the next “STEAK NOW!” command. Tuxn may think she’s the queen of the house—and let’s be real, she is—but I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, what’s a little middle of the night cooking between best friends? But then there are times when I just can’t drag myself out of bed at 3 AM to cook no matter how much she begs on her dog talking buttons.
Be sure to watch this video of just one of Tuxn Dogs room service demands in the middle of the night