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We thought dogs were good, until SHE came into our lives…

A Tasty Tidbit

I heard a curious dragging sound out in the back yard.  Clunk-clunk-drag-toss-hollow bang-clunk.

White things littered the lawn.

She had some prey.

Tonka, you’re making quite a mess.

Give it to me, Tonka.

Give what to you?  This?  But it’s mine.  I killed it.

She’d worked too hard to give it up that easily.  It’s a good thing this was an OLD bicycle helmet.  It couldn’t have been a good one because my kids would never have left theirs lying around.

Concerned Traffic Safety Officer: “Excuse me son, where is your bicycle helmet?”

My kid: “The dog ate it.”

Do You Call Your Dog Ugly?

Tonka dear, we had such high hopes for you when you were a puppy.

Sleeping,

Or after chewing electrical cords in half, you were so darn cute.

But the cute little puppy has grown up.

With a crooked tail.

And your ears have lost their flop.  You might even look regal if they weren’t so large.

But the question on everyone’s mind is…will you grow into them?  And be the size of a small pony?

Granted, you’ve kept a few cute, cuddly, wrinkles.

But, Tonka?

Look at me…

No.  No, not behind you, look in my direction…

No . Here, Tonka, right here, at the camera…

That’s good.  But now look at me with your eyes open

Perfect.  Tonka?  You are stubborn.  You have a crooked tail.  You ignite the air sharply after an exceptionally good meal, you blend into the color of our wooden floor and cause me to trip over you when I’m carrying baked goods,

but Tonka…

We will always love you.

Stress Reliever

Just look at her laying there, completely at peace with the world.

She could be dead.

They say that owning pets actually lowers your blood pressure.

Whoever said that-

-never owned a puppy.

I’ll tell you what will relieve stress:  an aperitif of shredded newspaper, followed by ficus benjamina, well done.

She’s not dead.

Yet.

Wha… Huh?”

It’s a Toss-Up

I can’t decide which is cuter.  Little puppies?

Or little boys?

Maybe if we just  look again.

Little puppies?

Or little boys?

Be afraid.

Be very afraid.

Send Help, They’re Going to Name Me “Tonka”

They think the name Tonka suits me because I’m hearty and resilient and was found at a construction sight.

A german shepherd had me in a death grip and was shaking me like a rag doll.  But a nice man saved me and then gave me to this family.

A stack of boards fell on me too, but I survived.  They call me “Tonka tuff”.

The only problem with being named Tonka is, I’m a girl.

Can you help find a better name for me?  I’m sturdy and a little independent.

And very, very cute.