It's really hard to form an affectionate attachment to something that smells like rotten fish (my impression of the penguins I've known), although I've known a couple of ladies who managed it with their guys who brought home the salmon, and quite a few with attachments to truckers who smelled more like diesel oil and tranny grease than their Freightliners did.

I suppose it could work if the penguin could carry on an intelligent conversation. (?)

John