I’ve decided TV is boring.
No more Dr. Pol. No more Secrets of the Zoo. Not even a rerun of Tombstone can make my tail twitch.
Why? Because I discovered reels.
After I scarf my breakfast, I nap under the kitchen table. Then those cheerful tunes start drifting from Mom’s laptop, and boom—showtime! I pop up, plant my paws on her lap, and stick my nose right on the screen.
My favorites? Baby goats (tiny chaos, big energy) and that baby who howls like his husky buddy. When that one comes on, I can’t help it—I whine and do my happy dance. Mom laughs. I call it fan participation.
Reels rule. TV drools.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker