🐾 Nose-to-Nose with the Big Screen Dog
Breakfast time is my nap time. Mom crunches her toast, scrolls through her shiny square thing, and I catch a few extra zzz’s under the table. It’s peaceful. Crumb patrol is my only duty.
But today? Things got interesting.
I heard giggling—baby giggling! I peeked out from under the table. There on Mom’s screen was a giant dog nudging a tiny hooman. A Great Dane, she said. I don’t know what’s so great about him—he looked huge!
Naturally, I had to investigate. I trotted over, stood on my back paws, and plopped my front ones right in Mom’s lap. (She made that squeaky noise she makes when her coffee almost spills. Oops.)
There he was—Mr. Big Dog—on the screen, nose-bumping that baby like he owned the place. I leaned in close, real close, until our noses almost touched. I gave a sniff. Nothing. No smell! Just pixels.
I jumped down and circled the table. Mom turned the screen toward me so I could get a better look. I sat, tail wagging, mesmerized. The baby giggled again, and I swear that Great Dane winked at me.
Next thing you know, I’ll be demanding my own reel. Move over, Big Dog—Tucker’s coming to the big screen.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker