🐾 Operation: Penguin Patrol
Teaser:
The TV came on… and suddenly I had penguins to supervise. 🐧📺
I was having a perfectly normal day—patrolling the living room, checking for snack opportunities, making sure no crumbs escaped the kitchen—when something suspicious caught my eye.
Up above the fireplace (which was OFF, for the record), the TV flickered to life.
And there they were.
PENGUINS.
Not one.
Not two.
An entire herd of waddling, sliding, tuxedo-wearing birdos marching across the screen like they had someplace fancy to be.
Naturally, I sprang into action.
Ears up.
Neck stretched.
Eyes locked on the tiny black-and-white intruders.
Mom said I looked “fascinated.”
Excuse me—no.
I was performing Penguin Surveillance Protocol.
Somebody’s gotta keep the house safe from Antarctic invaders.
They waddled—I analyzed.
They slid—I evaluated.
They flapped—I considered barking but held back (professionalism).
At one point I leaned so far back to track them that my paws squeaked on the floor.
Worth it.
If those penguins ever fall out of that TV, don’t worry—I’ll be ready.
Possibly behind Mom.
But READY.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker