The following is an essay written by the sister of the Tux Dog inventor.


Tux


Tux Dog was instantaneously a household classic.  Thinking back, my first memories of Tux Dog were as a worn stuffed animal propped up on the unmade bed of a 6th grader.  

Although I realize that he never existed as such.  

What I am in actuality remembering is Opus the penguin, who really was a stuffed animal in that household.  

Stuffed Opus and Tux are like transparent screens of memory stuck together - inseparable - like plates left too long in the sink/mind.  

Tux was conceived in a notebook in Massachusetts, but he was born with the psychic power of a stuffed animal.  What that means is that Tux is a three-dimensional hero in two dimensions.