Sharks, Shootouts, and Screaming Pigs: Tucker’s Top TV Picks
You know what I love even more than butterscotch treats?
TV.
No, I’m not one of those dogs who barks at doorbells in commercials (though, full disclosure, that pizza jingle does something to me). I’m a dedicated viewer. A binge-watcher. A connoisseur of quality programming. If the TV is on, my kibble can wait. In fact, I won’t eat at all. Not while there are stories to follow and animals to track.
Here’s a peek at my top shows this season—plus a few of my very professional observations.
🐮 The Incredible Dr. Pol
If you’re not watching this guy, you’re missing out. Cows, goats, chickens—there’s always something mooing, squealing, or flapping across the screen.
The first time I saw a pig get a check-up, I was hooked. Snout to screen. That pig squealed so loud I nearly jumped off the rug. But I didn’t. I held my ground, because I’m brave like that.
Sometimes the animals wander off the edge of the screen. Naturally, I trot into the master bedroom to cut them off—TV’s at the same height, so it just makes sense. No cow left behind.
Dr. Pol gets five out of five paws. Would recommend. Just don’t expect me to share the couch.
🤠 Tombstone
My hoomans thought I only liked animal shows. Amateurs.
They put on Tombstone one night, and let me tell you—cowboys are animals in their own right. I couldn’t look away. All those hats, boots, and dramatic stares? A masterpiece.
Doc Holliday is my favorite. That guy’s got attitude. And that mustache? Bold. When the shootouts started, I didn’t bark, but I did sit straighter. Real straight. Like, ready to duel straight.
After the movie ended, I practiced my “I’m your huckleberry” stare in the mirror. Pretty sure I nailed it.
Ten outta ten. Would watch again with a side of kibble (if the plot ever lets me eat).
🦈 Shark Week
Now we’re talking. Nothing says “quality television” like a dorsal fin slicing through the water.
I sat in front of the fireplace TV so long I left nose prints on the screen. Worth it. Those sharks are fast, sneaky, and they don’t mess around. I kept checking the bedroom for escapees. You laugh—but one day, they might find a way out. Better safe than shark-snacked.
Bath time was already on my do-not-recommend list, but after watching Shark Week? Forget it. You’re lucky if I let you near me with a damp towel.
Would I recommend it? Absolutely. But maybe skip the bubble bath for a few days after.
So there you have it. My current binge list. I take my role as household TV critic seriously, and I’ll keep you posted with future picks. If you’ve got a dog-approved show I need to see, let me know. Bonus points if it features horses, hyenas, or historical drama.
Until next time, stay alert. The animals will try to sneak off-screen.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker