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Saturday April 2/11 (Post Late)
have been expelled!
For something I did not do! In fact for nothing I did!
Where do I start? For a long
time, one of my favorite places to go with my owner family is this place where there are lots of people, and outdoor restaurants,
and a big bookstore with a fountain in the front. I know it is called Bethesda, because my owner Mom will look at me
and say-Tonka? Let’s go to Bethesda.
So, we get into the car and drive and park someplace outside. I am
always so excited with stores that have treats in bowls out front. There is even a walking street that I really love. Lots
of humans and children come up to me to say hello.
When I am with my owner Mom, we will usually find a place
outside to sit, even if it’s cold and she’ll have something to drink or eat and let me sit and look at all the
Then, we go to the place with the fountain outside. Inside are lots and lots of tables and shelves. I
know it is a bookstore. I walk around with my owner Mom while she stops to look at different books. Then, we go to
the back of the store and take an elevator. We get out and walk to where there are a lot of tables and chairs, people working
and reading and a place for humans to buy drinks and--my Owner Mom’s favorite- red velvet cupcakes! We usually
find a table I can sit right next to, or under. Sometimes if it is really crowded we have to wait. But we do not mind.
When we finally sit down, my owner Mom takes out her work and I curl up Lots more people come up to me. If my owner
Mom gets something to eat she shares with me. . Soon, I fall asleep while my owner Mom works on her computer or read.
I also come to this bookstore at night with my owner Mom and Dad after we have eaten someplace outside. And when
my owner Boy comes home we all go. So, in one way or another, I have been coming here often and for a long time.
Well, a few days ago, my owner Mom and I went to the bookstore. We sat down at a table. I curled up. My owner Mom
took out her computer and started eating her cupcake when a man came up to the table.
Excuse me but I need to talk to
Yes? My owner Mom looked up.
Unfortunately, we’ve had a change of policy at the store, and dogs will
no longer be allowed.
My owner Mom looked shocked.
Well, the man said, there was an incident at the check
A dog started barking at another dog and when one of the owners tried to intervene
(whatever that means) she got bitten by one of the dogs and had to go get rabies shots (whatever those are) so, now no more
dogs are allowed.
But I have been bringing Tonka here forever! Said my Owner Mom
I know. Replied the man. I recognize your dog and he always seems like a really
I am really sorry. You can stay here now but you cannot bring him back anymore.
The man walked away.
My owner Mom looked down at me.
I can’t believe this. I can’t bring you here anymore? You’ve
been expelled? (Whatever that means, although I could figure it out)
My owner Mom looked so sad.
I did not know
what to do except lick her hand.
So we sat at our little table as we usually did. My owner Mom took an extra
long time to drink her drink and eat her cupcake. We finally got up and took the elevator back down to the first floor.
There was a guard who looked at me but did not say anything. It seemed to me that we took another extra long time to walk
out the door. When we got outside, my owner Mom stood for a moment near the fountain. She bent down and patted my
This is the end of an era. I am so sorry, Tonka. She said. And my owner Mom started to cry.
home. My owner Mom was still very sad. I heard her on the phone with my owner Dad saying—it’s so unfair. This
was so wonderful for him.
Anyway, this whole idea of not being able to go someplace anymore is hard. My
owner Mom’s mother lived in New York City. My owner Mom and I would drive to New York. When we stopped along
the way, my owner Mom always got two hamburgers. One for her and one for me. Yummy! My owner Mom’s mother loved me.
She was always so excited when I came. And I loved her. I loved Central Park.
But then my owner Mom’s
mother died. And all of a sudden I stopped going to New York. There was no place for me to stay anymore. My owner Mom was
very sad back then. But then later on my owner Mom said when the weather got better for me, she would take me back
to New York and we wwould stay at this very famous hotel where I am allowed and where the Dog Show is held. I cannot wait.
That will be fun.
So, all I am saying is that maybe there will be a new place I can go instead of the bookstore.
And as long as I can sit outside at an outdoor restaurant, I will be just fine. I want my owner Mom to know I am not
sad. It will be okay. I think….well, maybe I'll be a little sad…or confused when we walk by the
bookstore and I cannot go in…that will be strange…
It is hard for humans to say good-bye. Dogs do
not say good-bye. Things are there and then they are suddenly gone. Like my owner Mom’s mother. Like my owner
Boy who comes and goes, and I never know when. Like the bookstore where I used to go and sit and make lots of friends…
But meanwhile the bigger thing will be to convince my owner Dad of the new policy in the bookstore. He’s not
that great at following certain rules, so I have a feeling he is going to test them and march me right past the guard—perhaps
saying he wants to buy me a that Nook thing I have heard about. (Whatever it is, can I fetch or chew it? )
that will be an adventure!
Have a breaking the rules, not saying good-bye, red velvet cupcake weekend!
I am not back yet!
And they will not let me borrow a computer where I am. So, I will post over the weekend. I am sorry to be late!
Can I say another dog ate my homework? Just don't ask which one? Anyway, they are shooing me out of the office-No
Paws Allowed! And speaking of No Paw Allowed, that is what I will blog about-I was expelled!!! Yes, me! Expelled. Will explain,
Okay, okay, I'm leaving! No need to get testy! (humans can be very irritating!) Tonka
Previous View From The Paw Blogs
When we all get together at the
doggie park, oh boy is there a lot of whispered discussion, and some of it rather heated about owner families and
some of the more annoying things that owner Moms and Dads do all the time! Yesterday morning, I was asked, well, circled by my fellow canine friends then asked
to use my space for the greater canine good since I am the only one in my group that has a blog.
said-Come on, Tonka, you need to write about this! Get the word out. We know humans read your blog. We do not want
to have to riot and have a poop sit in!
A poop sit-in
sounded so scary, that I promised them I would use my space to share their thoughts.
Therefore, in honor
of my paw brethren, and the environment, I shall forgo my usual blog and post the following link.
Please read and share with any of your human friends who have
or are thinking of getting one of us.
Have a less
annoyed and annoying weekend-hopefully with no sit-in poop!
Sitting With a Writer in the
Now this is a whole different story! When it is nice outside, my owner Mom takes lots of papers and me and we
go and sit outside the same coffee shop where she runs in to get something when it rains.
We usually find a little
table in the shade. I lie down against the wall and get ready to meet my public. Yes, I must say I do get a lot of
visitors-from very young children to senior citizens. They are all very friendly and complimentary, and my
owner Mom does not mind being interrupted and answering a lot of questions about me.
Sometimes, I get
a little embarrassed when she talks about how I came to be. She says I was the product of a tryst (I do not
know this word but it is the one my owner Mom uses) on a Thanksgiving night between one of the doggie camp’s
owner’s golden retrievers (my mother) and a boarding dog (my father).
No one quite knows
what breed my father was. He did not stick around. I have heard of that happening with human Dads too! Well,
my mother had 5 little pups.
When my owner Mom came to see us, she brought my owner Boy with her. He picked
me. My owner Mom’s friend picked two of my brothers. And so, off we went to our new homes.
do not remember leaving my mother or the doggie camp. I do not remember being separated from my brothers. I do not
remember sitting on my owner boy’s lap all the way home. All I can remember is my owner family.
And I think how lucky I am. And I think some more...
I know there are children who live places without Moms or
Dads. I have heard that they have to wait until someone comes and picks them out and takes them home.
I know there are
dogs that live in place with no Moms or Dads. They have to wait until an owner Mom or Dad comes and picks them out and takes
I know that there are dogs no one wants
because they are too big. And there are children no one wants because they are too old.
I think it would be wonderful
if big dogs and older children could keep each other company. Maybe someone should build a home where they could both live
The next time I am with my owner Mom and she throws something in a fountain and she says she is
going to make a wish—I will make a wish too!
A place for big dogs and older children where they can love each other
and where there would be no such thing as loneliness.
a together, loving, wishful weekend.
Friday March 11/11
Living with a Writer in the Rain
What am I supposed to do with rain?
Snow is fun.
I can play in snow.
Rain is not fun. I cannot play in the rain.
So I have to play in the house. Being in
the house when it rains? And with an Owner Mom who writes?
We have stairs. My owner Mom throws a ball
up the stairs. I catch it and push it back down the stairs. Fun for a while. Next?
There is no next. My Owner
Mom sits down at her computer She wants to work, but I am restless. I haven’t played with my Kong. But my owner
Mom has that look she gets when I have clearly lost the number one spot in her existence. She utters that sentence-
Tonka, no more play! I have to work!
What does work mean? She sits down at her computer and hits it. She talks
to herself. She talks to the computer. She gets angry. Finally I hear what is music to my ears- the ARGHHHHH!
It means she is getting up.
Tonka, let’s go to the pet store, we need food.
Yeah! The pet store. I run for
my leash and put it at the door. It takes my Owner Mom forever to find her keys, and phone. Finally we are on our
At the pet store a cat comes nose to nose with me—a cat that close to me that doesn't arch its back
in attack mode? I do not know how to react so I freeze. Are we done yet?
We come back home and I know
my owner Mom will go back to work., However, I am restless. I still haven’t played Kong. But again my owner Mom
has that look and says-Tonka, you have to wait! I have to work!
I wait and wait and wait for the next break. I know it
She sits down at her computer and hits it again. Soon she is talking to herself again. She is getting angry
again I finally I hear her say ARGHHHHH! Again! Yes!
Tonka? I’ve had it! Let’s go for coffee!
means the car. That means she is taking me with her. I jump up and go to the door. Again it takes her forever to find her
car keys, and phone.
Finally, we are out the door. I hop in the car. This is my favorite time besides playing Kong.
I get to lie down in the back seat. I am very comfy while my owner Mom parks and goes into this place where lots
of humans are having coffee. She comes back out carrying something that must taste good because she looks happy.
We drive back to the house. It is now raining very hard. We run inside. She sits back down at the computer
with her coffee. I sit down too. She goes to work. Now I sleep. Until I am rudely awakened by another ARGHHHHHHHH
and I jump up! Can’t a dog get a nap? Honestly!
By now it has stopped raining. I can go outside.
Okay. Where’s my Kong.
I hold it in my mouth and scratch at the door. But my owner Mom has that look
yet again. I will have to wait until I hear another ARGHHHHHHHH! But this time I do not mind waiting because
I know at that point she’ll run out the door, and want to play tug of war with me-very, very hard!
a fun owner ARGHHHHHHH! Weekend!
Friday March 4/11
I am away
because my owner Mom is on some sort of writers retreat. She wanted to take me with her, but dogs are not allowed.
Anyway, I am having a lot of fun where I usually go. We sit around and talk about our owner families and then we
talk about celebrity dogs. One of my friends-Butler-has an owner who writes history books. Butler always tells us
something interesting that we didn't know. This time he told us that there was once a Dog King? Yup a Dog King! I wrote
all this information down so I wouldn't forget it, I also had to ask Butler how to spell the names for me. This Dog
King's name was Suening. It turns out that King Eystein ruled Norway (I have no idea where that is) between 1104 and 1123
(a long time ago!!!!) The King got angry with his people and as a punishment decided that his dog, Suening would rule
in his place! Can you imagine?
Suening ruled for three years! Do you know how he signed important papers? With paw prints!!!!!!!!!
Then i thought, maybe I can be Dog President one day. That rose garden looks so appealing! And ooh, those state dinners,
not to mention the front lawn! Off to write my campaign speech..Going to practice my paw print! President Tonka has a nice
bark to it, no? Need to put together, what do humans call it? An exploratory committee. Explore? Piece of cake! Literally!
Have a great pawprint and exploratory weekend!Tonka
Friday February 17/11
Personal Trainer At Your Service!
We all know that a lot of humans are obsessed with weight and physical fitness. Well,
my owner Mom is no different. She is always talking about going on some sort of diet or getting more exercise. I
keep thinking if she’d only play more with me, she wouldn’t have to worry.
We also know that most
canines need a focus, an activity and a reason to get off the bed in the morning, or away from the table food. Dogs are always
barking to play, or run or jump.
Well, my Owner Mom has found a way to get more exercise AND give me a cool role.
I am so excited! We are now partners! My owner mom knows that in order to get into really good shape she needs to lift
or pull something heavy. So, I am very proud to announce that I, Tonka, have officially become the something she can
pull. I am what she now calls her ‘resistance weight.’ although I prefer the title, personal trainer!
My owner Mom throws a Kong, I fetch it, and then she tries to take it away from me. I grab the rubber Kong and she grabs
the string part with both hands. I am very strong, and can really pull, so my owner Mom has to work even harder to hold onto
the string. We tug of war with each other. It is so much fun and I have to say my owner Mom can hold on for a long
time. But I insist that she keep tugging until she gets too tired to hold on any longer--that's the personal
all you canines out there-you, too, can have a big role in your owner Moms exercise programs. You, too, can become
personal trainers and/or resistance weights. Grab a Kong the next time you are in the pet store. (Make sure
your owner Mom or Dad puts an extra knot in the string so you can’t pull the Kong out). Then just play tug
of war. And it is a win-win. You will get strong chest muscles that look terrific when you go out to walk and flirt.
Your owner moms will get in great shape by summer
Did I say summer? Not my favorite holiday. We will have to take all physical training inside.
This personal trainer does not work in heat! I have my standards!
Have a fun, personal trainer, resistance
weight, tug of war, weekend!
Friday February 10/11
My Owner Mom takes me a lot of places—to the drugstore, the supermarket, the pet shop, the cleaners, and
gas station. I either stay in the car, or sit outside until she is finished doing what she needs to do. Then she
takes me for a walk and I get to sniff city smells, and have lots of people pay attention to me.
This month, because
my owner Boy is home and we only have two cars, I get to go with her when she picks him up at the metro. That
is fun too!
I also sit outside and wait for my owner Dad. He comes home much later. Sometimes he doesn’t
come back at all—not for one, or two or three days. Sometimes he walks me in the morning and sometimes he can’t.
But when he is home, he always takes me out to the garbage with him. That is the most fun!
But, then there are
times when my owner Mom, and Dad and Boy go out. Like last night, they all left at the same time. What did they
mean that I couldn't go? Why? And why were they trying to get out the door before I ran ahead of them?
And why did it take hours for them to come back?
And what was I supposed to do with myself?
is where humans are much luckier. If humans are home alone they have lots to keep them busy. They can watch television,
listen to the radio, play CDs, go on their computers or talk on the phone. If canines are left home alone, they do not have
a whole lot to keep them busy. They have to wait until someone comes back. I wonder what humans would do if they
were left home alone without anything or anyone to keep them company. I do not think humans would survive. Canines
are definitely the stronger species!
I have decided that there should be no whining in the human world.
There is absolutely no reason for humans to be lonely or bored. They have so-o-o- many things they can do
without us that we cannot do without them.
So, I hope my owner family stays home this weekend.
a no-whine, stay home, everyone together weekend!
Friday February 3/11
I love snow. I have always loved snow, but my relationship with snow has changed. It is in
serious trouble! NOT because it took four days to find my Kong. That happened in the last snowstorm. I know
it is underneath somewhere. And my owner Mom plays ball with me until I can find it. And NOT because it was icy.
I don’t mind slipping and sliding. My owner Mom does so we end up walking very slowly. No, it is because something
happened that had never happened before.
My owner Mom and Dad and boy walked me into town on Sunday
for breakfast. I like to sit outside in a little corner near the door. My owner family went inside and I curled
up in my usual spot. All of a sudden, without any warning, a whole bunch of snow came flying down on top of me. I jumped
up, and started barking. My owner Mom came out and saw all the snow on me, and I could tell she was upset. She hugged
me and then she moved me away from that spot to another spot that was underneath some sort of cover and stayed with
me a while because-okay, okay, I’ll confess-I was scared and shaking. I finally calmed down and she went back
inside. I could not lie down again, I was too nervous, so I kept jumping up and moving around. I ended
up half underneath the cover and half outside of it and sure enough wind came along and snow fell on top of me again!
Now I was really scared and barked a lot. My owner Mom and Dad and boy came out and we all walked home.
Once home, I like to sit outside in my front yard, especially in the snow but big clumps of snow kept falling
down on me from trees. I moved to the front door but melting snow kept dripping down from these pointy things right
Now when I look at the snow, I think-I loved you, I loved you so much and what did you do?
You attacked me for no reason! And you scared me! What am I supposed to do with this new feeling? Humans are
scared of snow! Humans think they cannot drive, will slip and fall, get stuck in their cars or houses.
But canines are
not supposed to be scared of snow! We are supposed to romp and play and roll in it; we are supposed to catch and
Oh dear. Am I becoming too human!
No, I refuse. Okay I need to get a grip.
you’ve fallen on top on me, and pelted me! But once I find my Kong, it’s playtime no matter what you
throw at me!
I am dog. You are snow! It’s not as if we’re talking equality here! You will
melt! Need I say more?
Have a fearless weekend!
Friday January 28/11
A Tiger Mother with Two Dogs? What Does That Mean?
My Owner Mom wrote about a book by another owner Mom- A Tiger Owner Mother. What does that mean? Tiger Mother? A why would a Tiger
Mother want to raise two humans to play piano and win prizes? Very confusing.
I overheard my human Owner
Mom talking to my human Owner Dad. I learned also that this Tiger Mother got one of her human daughters a dog as a bribe/reward
for playing piano well. Then the owner family got a second dog to keep the first dog company? I also heard that the
Tiger Mother was very, very strict with her two human daughters, but not at all with her two dogs. A Tiger Mother with two
daughters and two dogs? This gets even more confusing. Is it a Tiger Mother thing not to be strict with canines?
Anyway, I am happy for her dogs. It would be terrible to have to go for doggie lessons all the time, then sit and practice
tricks for 3 hours every day and not go poop or pee until all the tricks were performed perfectly. And have no play
dates? Unthinkable! On the other hand I don’t understand what is so wrong with the word ‘garbage’? I love
that word! Also, what is so great about sleepovers ? Been there! All they mean is you have to share!
This Tiger Mother Owner loves her dogs very much and just wants them to be healthy and happy. My human Owner Mom
loves me very much too and just wants me to be healthy and happy, too. Sometimes I have to play the ‘love’
angle a little more. Like right now I am looking at my human Owner Mom with pleading eyes. There is a lot
of snow. I love snow. I want my owner human Owner Mom to take me for a big romping walk in the park but first I
have to convince her that icy tree limbs won’t fall on top of her head. She sees dead tree limbs.Do you think
Tiger Mother Owners see dead tree limbs?
off to do my very best licky-lovey performance! But Please, NO puppy as a reward, though!
Have a great, lots of garbage, lots of snow playdates, NO sleepovers,
NO doggie lessons, and definitely NO dead tree limbs, weekend!
Saturday January 15/11 (One day late!)
The Winter of the Warm Mice…I get it!
girlfriend came and stayed for 5 days. She had my boy’s attic room. At 5 o’clock one morning,
she called on her cell phone to my boy who slept on the couch in the family room to say she heard a noise in her
bag. She thought it might be a mouse. He went up. I went up. No mouse. But, the little paper bag with a left over muffin
from the plane ride had been chewed. The next morning the chocolate bar my owner Mom had given her had been dragged
part way under the couch. She was absolutely sure there was a mouse. So, she took the couch in the family room.
After she left, my owner mom bought a box, put cheese in it and set it down on the rug in the attic. I could smell
the cheese and wondered why it was in this little box.
The next morning, there was mouse in the box.
owner Mom carried the box when we went for a walk. She opened up the top and let the mouse out. I saw it run away.
That night she put the box again on the floor.
The next morning there was another little mouse in the box.
went for a walk and she let it out.
The third night there was a third mouse.
And we let it out on our walk
the next morning.
The third morning, there were children walking to school.
They stopped to talk to me.
My owner Mom told them that we were going to let a mouse out of the box.
I do not understand why she said –we? I had nothing to do with this decision.
Where is the mouse? They asked
In this box. My owner Mom replied.
Can we see him?
When I open the
top, you will see him.
The kids gathered around. My owner Mom opened the box. The kids were very curious to
know how the mouse got stuck in there, and why my owner Mom called it a friendly trap.
I was bored. Mice are
not like fox, or raccoon or deer. To me they are like the micro dogs in new York City. I want nothing to do with
Anyway, my owner Mom opened the box and the little mouse ran off.
The kids watched and then they ran off
But then one of the older girls turned around and called out-
Why didn’t you just kill him? That’s what my mother does!
I guess not all owner Moms are alike. My owner Mom does not like
to kill mice.
Not all canines are alike. I do not
like to catch mice.
My owner Mom
has now put that box down every night.My owner Dad says with a laugh-so you are letting them back out
I have heard that mice like to be where it is warm and it is warm in
I llike to be where it is cold. The colder the better.
Ahah! I come inside the house in the summer
to be near the air conditioner.
They come inside the house in the winter to be near the heater. Now I get it!
My owner Boy says with a laugh-and they will find another house maybe where the Mom will kill them!
I look at my owner Mom. She looks upset and goes outside. I am about to follow her out when she comes right back
in and tells my owner Dad that there is a frozen squirrel on the front lawn! She has had it!
My owner Dad
and I go out. He walks over to this frozen, on its back, legs up thing on the ground and kicks it over.
I run after it
and put it in my mouth.
My owner Mom cries-No! Take that out of your mouth!
I drop it.
My owner Dad
starts to laugh. It is my stuffed animal. frozen stiff from the snow on the ground.
I look at my owner Mom.
She starts to laugh. I am glad she is no longer upset.
I hear her say-let’s all go for hot chocolate! Yeah! That
means doggie treats for me!
So, this is the winter of warm mice and frozen stuffed animals.
a mice-less, and frozen-less weekend! Don’t forget the doggie treats for us when you go for hot chocolate!
Friday December 24/10
This Thing Called a Resolution
My owner boy is home. There are lots of little lights around the house
that stay on all night! My owner mom has put boxes on the floor-on purpose! And I smell treats in something that
looks like a sock. This is my favorite time of year. There is still snow on the ground for me to eat, and
my owner mom has let me stay outside very late.
I overheard my owner Mom talking about something
called a resolution--what she wants to do next year. She always says she wants to lose 15 pounds. She
could fetch more with me and that would do it. But, I got to thinking what I would want to do next year. I
will be 9 years old in a month. I am told in human years that is 63. I look at puppies now and wonder if I
ever had that kind of licky, pouncy energy? So I guess I already feel more grown up. Now do I need a grown-up resolution?
This resolution thing—Do I want to do something new, or something I could not do before?
I could make a resolution to be less scared of thunderstorms and not sit on top of my owner Mom until the
very last rumble has totally disappeared. I could learn a new skill and eat my food indoors instead of outdoors.
I could be more sympathetic to my owner family and sleep longer on weekends. Maybe I should talk to other canines
and see what they think of these ideas for a resolution.
I do know that my owner Mom really wants
to lose those 15 pounds. My owner Boy really wants to finish writing something called a dissertation. My
owner Dad really wants to do more reading abd writing.
What do I really want to do? Hmm. Am still thinking.
Maybe we canines do not need to have a resolution. Maybe a resolution is only for humans. But, we canines
live with humans. They are our family. And we are devoted to them. So...Wait! Of course! I love my owner
family so much and I know they love me too! So what I want to do is just be the best owner family dog in the whole
world! That’s my resolution! I bet that all my other canine friends will want to make the same resolution!
Phew, I was worried I would not have a resolution to share! Now I can say,
Have a “sock”full
of treats Christmas,
And a best resolution ever, New Year!
Talk to you on January 7th
Friday December 17/10
My Very Bad Fur Day
Well, my owner Mom and Dad are back from wherever they went.
So I am back.
I was going to write about all the gossip I heard from my canine friends but something else happened.
It snowed yesterday and was really really cold!
I played in the snow yesterday and did something really
I haven’t seen my owner Mom that upset since I ran after a raccoon and sent her tumbling
leash and all into the street just missing a fire hydrant!
Anyway, this time it wasn’t my fault.
Really. There we were, in the front yard, in the snow, playing tug of war and fetch—I was romping and my owner Mom
was laughing. She threw the Kong and it landed in the corner. When I went to retrieve it under what looked like
some tall stick branches, my owner Mom stopped to say hello to a neighbor passing by. The stick branches looked
like they would be really great to chew. So, I pulled them until they came out of the ground. Then I broke one off
and was about to put it between my paws to chew, when I heard my owner Mom yell-
No! No eat! No, No! That’s
not a stick, it is a plant!
Plant? What plant? It didn’t have green leaves or flowers I could
sniff! It was a bunch of stick branches! Oh wait a minute. Was that the plant I remember my owner Mom taking
out of the car sometime when the weather was still warm? I saw her carry this big green thing with very big red
flowers and put it on the ground. Then some humans came, the same one who come and put great smelling stuff on the
ground I love to dig holes in—anyway, these humans dug a very big hole to put this very big plant in. My owner
Mom put water on it. She would touch the flowers and talk to them every morning. Oh no! Was I eating that
plant??? How was I supposed to know? It looked nothing like a plant! And where did the flowers go?
terrible. My owner Mom really liked that plant. Maybe when the snow goes away, I can put the sticks back and
they will turn into a plant again.
She doesn’t look like she is mad at me. I climbed up on the couch
and she gave me a hug. I don’t know if that made me feel better or worse. I wonder if humans feel like that sometimes?
Anyway, I am going to stick to chewing things that are already on the ground!
Have a great stick to chewing what you
Friday December 3/10
away! Having a lot of fun with a lot of fellow canines.
Boy are there a lot of notes to compare! But, when it is all said and done,
you humans should know that we love you no matter what
and I will write all about the what next week!
a wonderful loving you no matter what weekend Tonka
Favorite Happenings-- And At Time Same Time! Wow!
I know, I know I am very late in posting!
Well, I do have two excuses. My boy! And the food!
I did not know my owner Boy was coming. This is where dogs and humans are different. Humans have calendars. We
have our senses.
We can sense when something is going to happen, but we don’t really know until it is
close enough to sense. My owner Dad got up very, very early on Thanksgiving Day and left the house. My owner Mom
was up and in the kitchen pulling out pots and pans. I knew something was happening, but I did not know what until
my owner Mom finally looked at me and said-
Tonka! Do you know who is coming home today?
The minute she asked me
that, I knew!
I ran to the door-she let me out, and I sat straight up watching the street until my owner Dad
When I saw my owner Boy, I jumped around, I licked his face, and I buried my head between his legs.
We sat together and hugged. I was so, so happy. My best buddy was home.
Not only did I have my owner
Boy, but also he was home for Thanksgiving --one of my favorite human holidays. I love the food! And my owner Mom lets
me have almost all of it-the turkey, the stuffing, the potatoes, the pie-yum, yum, yum, and yum!
playing with my owner boy, and eating everything, I fell fast asleep.
So, there it is—why I am late.
Family is so important to us canines. We love and need our families very much.
humans say thank you for “the joy of loved ones” we do too!
I have so much to be thankful for—and
whenever I can see my owner Boy I am even more thankful!
I hope all my other canine friends had loving and yummy
Thanksgiving. Hint-stay really close to the leftovers!
And to all,
Have a loving, yummy Thanksgiving
My Owner Mom and
Remember when I thought it would be fun to be a gum paw and spy on nannies with my owner Mom?
Well, it happened. It wasn’t as much fun as I thought and I have never seen my owner Mom so angry.
I should start at the beginning. My owner Mom likes to walk me to this little market. Every morning we walk through
the park so I can go off leash. When we arrive at the little market, my owner Mom buys coffee and a scone, and I
get some of the scone (yum!) and some dog biscuits.
The other morning we were walking back across the small
baseball field when a very little girl started to follow us. My owner Mom turned around and smiled.
Would you like to say hello to Tonka? He is very gentle.
The little girl smiled and nodded and came a
little closer to me. My owner Mom told me to sit. The little girl came up and gave me a pet. My owner Mom
then said good-bye and we continued to walk. The little girl skipped ahead of us and started climbing on the baseball bleachers.
My owner Mom looked around. I looked around. There were no other humans we could see.
Are you with your mother?
The little girl
I am with my nanny.
My owner Mom looked around.
Where is your Nanny?
The little girl pointed all the way over to the other side of the field at a woman seated on a bench with a
She is there with my baby brother.
That is pretty far away. I don’t think
you should be climbing so high on the bleachers, sweetheart, let’s go back to where you nanny is.
we all walked around the path back to the bench where the Nanny was sitting.
When we got there, the Nanny was
talking on the phone.
Excuse me, is this little girl with you?
The Nanny nodded and continued
talking on the phone, and in a language I did not understand.
Do you know she was pretty far away and climbing
all the way up on the bleachers?
The Nanny nodded and continued talking on the phone. The little
girl started skipping off again
Excuse me, you know she could have fallen or disappeared. Maybe she
needs to stay closer to you.
The Nanny still did not look up and continued to talk on the phone.
you need to get off the phone and pay more attention to this little girl?
Again, the Nanny continued
talking on the phone.
Then something happened to my owner Mom’s voice. It was the same voice she
uses with me only once in a while or that she used to use when my owner boy was younger. It was sort of like when
I bark really loud to make a point. In this voice my owner Mom said to this Nanny,
need to get off the phone now, or I shall report you to this child’s mother!
Go ahead, not my problem, replied the Nanny!
And the Nanny still did not get off the phone!
I had never heard my owner Mom
It most certainly will be your problem. I am going to report you to your employer!
And you will be fired!
I could tell something was happening because we walked back home very fast. My owner
Mom grabbed something in the house.
Come on Tonka, we’re going to do some gum pawing!
got into the car. Then my owner Mom parked on the street along side the park and just sat there. We sat for a long
Well, Tonka, at least I got her to keep the little girl closer to her! Wait, she’s finally
off the phone! 50 minutes on the phone!!! Unbelievable. Now she’s standing up and walking with the little girl
and the stroller to the playground.
My owner Mom drove the car closer to the playground.
Tonka, the little girl is playing and the Nanny is sitting on a bench talking to other Nannies. I cannot believe
I am sitting in a car spying on a Nanny! I wonder if anyone thinks I am stalking! We will sit a little longer
and see if she leaves. I want to see if she goes home. It is getting late. If she doesn’t leave soon,
we have to go home. I am so upset I cannot find out where this little girl lives! I am so sorry I did not ask the
little girl where she llived or what her name was.
This gum pawing was not a lot of fun. My owner Mom was not
happy. We did not get to walk around, and I did not get be stay off leash.
That night my owner Mom looked at
Tonka, should we become serious Nanny spies and report back to parents about what really goes on in parks and
What am I to say? I do not want to see my Owner Mom upset. I like to see her smile and laugh
like when she plays with me. But if she wants to take me with her, I will try to be a good gum paw. After
all, I am lucky. I do not have to worry about a Nanny! When my Owner Mom goes away, I go away too, to camp!
And I know I am always talking about the difference between Humans and Canines, but there is one thing we both need
the exact same amount of-and that is attention. Not only that, but Children and Puppies need the exact same amount
of extra care and attention! If I can help make sure that kids and pooches are safe and never ignored, then
I shall proudly serve!
write me a message on my facebook page-View From the Paw of email me at: Tonka/View From the Pawif you live in or near DC Chevy Chase and want us to gum paw for
you! I would like a break for fetch and biscuits, maybe a little nap in between…okay, okay, I’ll negotiate!
Until then have an attention-filled weekend!
Should Dogs Sleep in Beds With Owners? My Response!
Friday November 12
Our Love Life is Not Our Own!
Ok, ok, I have to admit it--humans have it better in their love life than
I think I am in love! I met the cutest Portuguese water dog at the dog park early yesterday
morning. We instantly (how do Humans say?) hit it off and started romping around-- unusual for me. I am usually
more reserved. .
This very cute canine was with her owner boy. We played until we heard
the bell ring. That meant all the kids, including her owner boy, had to go inside a building. Her owner boy
walked her back down the hill to his mom who was sitting on a bench talking to another mom.
Since I was
off-leash I tore down the hill after my cute new friend, scaring her owner mom who jumped up and was about to scream
until my owner mom came running to say I was harmless and had just finished playing with her dog. The mom looked
very relieved but I must say it was not a great way to make a first impression.
When everyone left the park, I walked home wondering how or when I could
see this cute dog again. I thought about how hard it was going to be.
My owner mom would have to get up
early enough to get to the park BEFORE school. How was I going to make sure she got up early enough?
My owner mom sometimes likes to walk me to the local market instead of the hill. How would I make sure she
walked me to the park to play?
What if this cute dog’s owner boy was late for school and couldn’t
come up to the hill? How could I make sure I'd see this cute dog again?
I couldn’t! I couldn’t
because I had no control. And that’s when I knew Humans had it better. I cannot stop thinking about this dog
and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it! Humans do not have to depend on other humans to be with some
one they like. They have phones, and emails and they can make plans with each other.
Our love life depends totally on our owner Moms or Dads--and the
weather, no less!!! Imagine if Humans had those problems!
So I do not want to hear about any Human having
a hard time with Love! They have it so-o-o easy! No owner Mom or Dad or puddle is stopping them!
I’m going to wake my owner Mom up very early, and cross
my paws that we go to the hill and I can see this cute dog again. I really, really liked her…
Make the call!
Send an email
Have a plan!
Friday November 5
Getting Up On The Wrong Side of the Bed and Proceeding to Have A Bad Hair Day!
Well, I have my yard back,
leaves and all. Summer is really gone. I can sit outside forever...lots of time to think about my favorite subject-the difference
between canines and humans.
Canines can be angry, sad, or scared, but there is usually a real
reason we want to growl, droop our eyes or put our tails between our legs. That uniform the mailman wears, our owner
family leaving us home alone, or loud thunderstorms are perfectly ok reasons to get us going. But Humans are
different. Humans have what they call moods that can come out of nowhere!
They use these strange phrases like Got up on the wrong side of the
bed or, Just having a bad hair day! What do they mean? Canines do not get up on the wrong side of
the bed! Many of us don’t even sleep on a bed! And if we do we are creatures of habit, so we will get on and
off a bed exactly the same way every time. There can never be a wrong side!
This bad hair day thing is
really confusing! If it means that my owner Mom's hair might not look as good as usual why would she have a bad
hair day if her hair looked fine! The only time we canines have bad hair day is when we are wet and muddy and our
owner moms get all upset (which is their upset, not ours!) or when owners decide to shave us!
is what I mean. We always have a actual cause for getting upset. And we never wake up in a bad mood! If humans
can get out of bed on the wrong side, and have a bad hair day for no other reason than they just woke up feeling
that way, what are we canines supposed to do with them?
This is what I was thinking about sitting in
my yard full of leaves. Then I came to this conclusion: Since we canines are of a higher order, we must be sensitive and
patient with Humans. We need to sit at their feet, give them love and licks until these moods pass. After
all, it is not their fault that they do not have our simple hearts.
We can calm any human who gets up
on the wrong side of the bed and proceeds to have a bad hair day! If only every Human had one of us, what a better
world it would be!
Have a Right
Side, Good Hair Weekend! Tonka
Friday October 29 2010
What a Nightmare!
Well, it’s that strange holiday again White stringy stuff gets spread across plants and trees. My paws get stuck
in it. Lots of strange plastic people with scary faces sit on porches, or in chairs. Lots of lots of round orange
balls appear near everyone’s doors. I do not understand the orange balls. I once picked one up by the
little stick on top and my owner mom said-no touch! What good is a round anything, if you can’t play with
The other part of this strange holiday has to do with my owner Mom. She gets very busy. First, she
spends a lot of time in stores. She takes me with her in the car. Then she spends a lot of time in my yard. I sit
outside and watch her moving those orange balls around. Then she spends a lot of time in the house carrying boxes
up the stairs into a room that becomes very messy. That is no fun so I stay outside. My owner Mom has a lot of the
same plastic people I see in front of other humans’ houses. She puts different clothes and faces on
them and then takes them outside. I absolutely know this holiday is coming when she puts a big sign up on the fence.
People come by and look at it and smile.
The only good thing about this strange holiday is that my owner
mom spends most of the day with me outside and she lets me stay in my yard for an extra long time at night.
The worst part of this holiday is when the truck comes. I always bark a lot at this truck. Humans
get out and my Owner Mom has to tell them that I will not bite (Hmmm) Anyway, they take out tables and chairs and place
them in my yard. All of a sudden I have no yard! This is my yard! It gets filled with human stuff that has
nothing to do with me! Why is it all in my yard! That’s it! I want out of there. My owner
So very soon after that, I am in a car on my way to where I go every time this strange holiday
comes. I cannot wait. I will see my friends. We will play and we will not have to worry about our yards filling
up with human stuff! We will share stories and let me tell you, I have already heard some nightmare tales about
this holiday. Little children stepping all over paws! Scary humans and very loud noises! Lots of human treats
my friends can smell and see on the ground but are never, ever allowed to eat! This is definitely not our
idea of a fun time!!!!
Canines would never have a holiday that meant our yards were invaded by monster sized
Canines would never have a holiday with orange balls we couldn’t play with!
Canines would never have a holiday full of treats little humans
dropped all over the place but we were never allowed to touch!
So, I will come back when this strange holiday
is all over. The orange balls will still be near the door. They stay for a long time, but at least that white stringy
stuff will be gone, and my yard will be empty again.
Hope your weekend is not a total nightmare!
Friday October 15
Sometimes I Think We All
Want the Same Thing
My Owner Mom
is fixing our porch. I have come to understand that Owner Moms are always fixing something. Anyway, I like
to lie down on that floor when my Owner Mom writes. but there was water coming in from outside so right now, I am
not allowed. There is this big cover over the door and two humans are banging and painting. But, there is
a second reason the humans are banging and painting.
One day my owner Mom and I came back from a walk.
When she opened the door, she heard a noise from the porch. I heard the noise too. My owner Mom stopped and pulled
on my leash. I could tell something was wrong, and so I barked at the noise. My owner mom stayed near the door.
Then we both heard a crash! I barked very loud and pulled very hard on my leash and my owner Mom let me go. I ran
to the porch. More things fell, and suddenly my owner Mom saw it—a squirrel!
It ran out of the porch into
the living room! I ran after it barking. It ran towards the kitchen, I ran after it into the kitchen. It jumped
on the kitchen table; I did not jump on the kitchen table! I just barked! It jumped off and ran back into the living
room. My owner Mom ran out onto the porch and opened one of the windows. I chased the squirrel back into the
kitchen. My owner Mom opened the kitchen back door but the squirrel ran back onto the porch. Once it saw one of
the open windows it jumped out. I am too big to jump out of those windows, so I just continued to bark until I knew
it was gone. Phew! My owner Mom and I had done a lot of running and chasing! The squirrel had scratched the wood
around one of the windows trying to get out. That was the other reason the humans ere banging and painting. They
were also fixing the wood.
This made me think that when I am on a walk with my owner Mom and a
squirrel runs right in front of me, I pay no attention. (I do not kill or eat squirrels-or any animals for that
matter)But was I the same when it was in my house where it did not belong? No I became quite territorial.
When my owner Mom and I are at the park and a squirrel runs after another squirrel right in front of her, my owner
Mom laughs and pays no attention. But was she the same with a squirrel running wild in her house? No!
she was quite upset!
Then I thought: This squirrel must have felt the same way! In the park, he chases
other squirrels and pays no attention to us canines or humans, but in a strange human house? No trees, no grass,
no fellow squirrels! Lost! Trapped! In a panic! Help!
And Now I understand: My owner Mom,
the squirrel and I all wanted the same thing. I wanted that squirrel out of my space. My owner Mom wanted that squirrel
out of her space and the squirrel wanted out of our space! So. I kept the squirrel moving, my owner Mom gave
him ways to get out, and he finally saw the chance to escape and took it! A win-win-win!!!!
If a canine, a human and a squirrel can all want the same thing and see a means to an end, well....way to go, rest
of the world!
a fun, we-all-want-the-same-thing,(that is if you don't want to eat the squirrel) weekend!
Friday October 8 2010
My Letter to First Dog, Bo:
This human,Cesar Millan, the TV Dog Whisperer doesn’t
like the way you walk your owner Dad.who happens to be President of the United States! Read More
Anyway, this human, Mr. Millan says that you
should not walk ahead of your owner Dad. He should be ahead of you! And NOT because he is the President but because
he is a human! Well Bo, you should know that I always walk ahead of my owner Mom and Dad. Their former Bernese Mountain
dog always walked ahead, and his cousin always walked ahead. Maybe we need to feel as if we are guiding. I
do not pull, I lead! But, if my owner Mom says stay close, I know there is a good reason and I stay close.
Otherwise, my owner Mom and Dad let the leash all the way out and I happily trot ahead leading and guiding!
This human, Mr. Millan also says that if you don’t learn how to follow, you'll never be
a disciplined pet. Bo, listen to me. I am much older and more experienced than you. I am here to tell you
that I am a very disciplined dog. And you can be too! I play off leash, and I come when asked. I do not pounce on
pedestrians, or attack other dogs! I do bark to let my owner Mom know if anything or anyone comes too close to the
fence. I have never been wild in the house, even when I was a puppy and that is because my Owner Mom did NOT keep
me cooped up or alone. She can take me anywhere. I’ve walked the streets of New York! and been out to dinner!
That is because my owner Mom took me as many places as she could when I was a puppy. My owner Mom (who I think is
also a dog whisperer!) raised me exactly the way she raised my owner Boy and it worked—except for the potty
training. I was puppy trained in two weeks! (leave me a comment my facebook, View From the Paw, and I will tell you
how) It took my owner Boy a lot longer! Puppies are not as complicated as toddlers!
Tell your owner Dad that just because you run down the Air Force One steps,
or lead on your leash. that it does NOT mean you are undisciplined. My owner Mom thinks we canines get frustrated
and wild when we cannot do what we naturally need to do-sniff and explore. Maybe you need more time sniffing and
exploring around the White House lawn. We pull less when we get to stop and smell the roses more often.
Tell your owner Dad also to talk to you with his hands. We like hand gestures a lot. When my owner Mom wants me
to stay and not move, she just raises her forefinger right at my face and says No, stay. And I do.
tells me to sit, her finger goes up again and she says sit! And I sit.
When she wants me to stop begging
for treats, she opens her palms and says all gone! and I stop begging.
And when she wants ne to keep close to
her, she just says-No, stay close, and I do,
If you keep hearing commands, they will become automatic to you.
You are stil a puppy, Bo, but
here is a life lesson for you. It will not matter if we canines lead or follow. As long as we trust our owner Families
and know they love us and will spend time playing and talking with us, we will cock our ears and listen, we will
understand what they want, and we will try to please and do the right thing whether we walk in front, along side
or behind the people we unconditionally love.
wait, doesn’t the same hold true for human families too?
Have a very disciplined, guiding and leading, sniffing and exploring weekend!!!!!
Sending you a lot of paw, (I love Portuguese Water Dogs!)
October 1, 2010
My owner Mom took me to the pet store
to buy a new brush. I love going to the pet store. There is a cat there who really likes me. I can tell because
she doesn’t arch her back and look like she is about to throw a paw. She follows me around while I sniff all
the treats. When I get too close, she moves away, but not too far. I am careful not to be too aggressive.
If she moves back, I stop moving forward and go on to sniff around until she begins to follow me again.
Anyway, the new brush my owner Mom bought is supposed to be terrific for undercoat. And yesterday she
sat with me on the floor and brushed and brushed and brushed, and exclaimed that a whole pound of fur came off!
I saw it in a big plastic bag. Wow. It felt good, especially when she gave me a treat afterwards and told me I looked
thinner! So I am off my diet! (See last week’s blog)
But back to the cat in the pet store. I overheard
my owner Mom laughing with a friend and saying that I would make a very good role model for how to behave with a
girl. I have said this before, I know but think humans need a lot of help in the boy/girl department. I mean they
have all these ways of meeting and talking and they still have problems! The Internet? Definitely NOT a canine’s
first choice-nothing to sniff! A bar? Thank goodness those stools are too high and uncomfortable for a decent size
canine! The office? No respectable canine would just STAND around a water cooler! No, our ways of meeting
each other are during a morning or evening walk, while playing in the park and sometimes at a pet store.
it so much easier. We do not worry about whether our fur looks all right or what we should say? We just wag
our tails, greet and sniff. Poor humans. They have such a complicated existence. Maybe they need to do away with the
Internet, stay away from bars, and give up the water cooler.
Maybe humans just need to come play more often
with us! We’ll do the matchmaking! After all for every dog, there is an owner!
an uncomplicated, e-harmony.paw weekend!
Friday September 24 2010
The Diet Patrol!!!
have been put on a diet! Me!
Mom thinks I need to lose a little weight. I think she wants company while SHE tries to lose weight! I do not
know why I have to keep her company?
I do not eat sugar? . She does.
I do not eat starch. She does.
I do not eat chocolate, she does!
So, you tell me. Which one of us has to go on a diet!
I might need more
exercise, and if certain people would play fetch with me more often, I could eat as much as I wanted!
The weather is
getting cooler. I feel more active in cold weather. I have a lot more energy. So, my owner Mom and Dad should
just take me on longer walks, and let me run longer distances. But this diet idea is for the birds, not me!
I know that
humans raid a refrigerator at night! I do not raid a refrigerator. I am too busy watching for raccoon, and deer and
I know that humans eat snacks. I do not eat snacks. I eat treats. Do you know the big difference?
Humans can get their own snacks. And they can have all the snacks they want. Is it my fault if they cannot control
Dogs cannot get their own treats. They have to beg! And owner Moms or Dads decide how many we get.
Not only that, we have to perform to get a treat! Humans don’t have to perform anything! And to make
it worse, humans always know where their snacks are. Our treats are usually hidden away in a jar, or some human's
I guess what I am saying is this is one of the few areas where humans do have it better. They are
in total control of what and how much they eat. We are not.
Wait! Does this mean we are luckier after all! Hmmm...Never mind, have a treatful
September 17 2010
I overheard my Owner Mom explaining Yom Kippur--that
it is a time for atonement-I had no idea what that word meant, good thing she went on to say, when some people fast (what
does that mean?) and we ask forgiveness from God for the things we might have done that were selfish or hurtful. That
Hmm. I began to think about what my owner Mom might say she was sorry for. Not letting me stay outside
past midnight? Not playing fetch a lot more? Forgetting to save a portion of the roast chicken or steak for me? I
guess those things are not really important enough to ask God's forgiveness for. I mean, I think that it has to be something
more serious. I cannot think of anything my owner mom has done or my owner Dad, and certainly not my owner Boy other than
growing up and leaving home which was not his fault.
Ok. What would I say I was sorry for? Bugging my owner Mom to
play when she needed to work? Waking her up in the middle of the night because I just had to go out? Sitting on top of her
in the middle of a thunderstorm, in 90 percent humidity? And tracking my muddy paws up the stairs before she had a chance
to wipe them?
No. Not really serious enough.
I thought and thought and thought and then I knew.
A lot of dogs have come to greet me, all tails and wags, eager to get acquainted and play. They
lick, and nudge, and play bark in an attempt to get my attention, and I have often just turned my back and ignored them.
I want to play fetch more. Maybe that was selfish
Humans do not greet each other the way we canines do. They do not
come at a total stranger with complete openness the way we do. I am very lucky I am not human. But I have behaved like some
I need to go back to behaving like most dogs. Like yesterday when I really romped and tumbled with another dog
I had never met before. I saw my owner Mom smile. I heard her say-look at that! He usually doesn’t play like that!”
So on this holiday called Yom Kippur, I will ask forgiveness from all the really friendly dogs I totally ignored. I am
sorry. Such human behavior is not paw-like.
I will try very hard to be a better paw this coming year.
Have a paw-giveness weekend! (and then, according to my Owner Mom, you can eat a lot!!!!)
September 10 2010 (sorry I am a little late!
Site was down-whatever that means!)
Humans in The Headlights!
My owner Mom went to New York. When she came back, I overheard her
on the phone, talking about a cab drive and the wonderful cab driver she had.
They were driving down Fifth Avenue,
and lots and lots of people were crossing the street, paying no any attention to the cars or the lights. Her cab driver,
throws up his hands and cries-
I do not understand these people! I come from Africa. I hate to make this comparison
but we lived around a lot of animals. When animal saw anything coming, they would move faster! Even birds trying to pick
food would fly away until the bus or the cart went by. But, these people here do not run! They do not look. They do
not care! What is wrong with them???!!!
what is wrong. Humans have lost their senses. Another sign that we, canines, are a higher order of species. We get around
by sight, and smell and sound and we are never NOT aware of what’s going on around us, no matter how house-trained
we might be or how friendly the mail person might seem!
I am glad I still have all my senses. That is because my owner
Mom takes me on lots of walks and allows me to sniff around. Sometimes I feel sorry for dogs who have owners who think that
walks are only for exercise, pee or poop.
that humans are afraid of losing their memories, but they should be more concerned about losing their senses--what car? I
didn’t see that light! I never heard hear the police whistle, I was busy talking on my cell phone! Phew! We
do not have cell phones!
In the fall, my owner Mom
plans to take me to New York. Hmm. Guide dogs are not just for the blind! They could moonlight during rush hour in New York
saving humans in the headlights! Sign me up!!!!
then, have a very sense-ful weekend- seeing, smelling, touching and hearing with your owner families. (Hint: take a v-e-r-y
long time to pee and poop)
September 3 2010 (This posting marks ONE YEAR!!!
Thanks Everyone! Hope I have many more!)
Shyness vs. Human Shyness
The other day, I did something. And what
happened afterwards made me realize that there is another big difference between humans and canines. How humans react
to shyness in other humans, vs how humans react to shyness in us.You can leave me a message and/or follow
me on Facebook: View From the Paw
I have seen lots of toddlers get shy. They bury
their faces in a parent’s neck. They hid behind someone’ legs. Or, they turn their heads all the way to the
side of a stroller. I have seen very few puppies get shy. Usually, puppies are wiggly and waggly, frolicky
and licky. They want to crawl all over me. Puppies are naturally open, friendly and unafraid unless they have been
abused. They want so much to connect with other dogs.
But what happens when humans and dogs grow up?
I do not know any grown shy humans, but I absolutely know that other humans would not respond to them the way they respond
to a grown shy dog-like myself-like the other day-like in front of a grocery store-like when my owner Mom stopped to talk
to a friend who was with another friend and her two children-like when they all started to talk to me and pet me and
like when it became a little overwhelming and I went and buried my head between my owner Mom’s legs.
response was immediate. from everyone! Oh, he’s shy! That is so-o-o cute!
I walked away thinking
that this is yet another example of why we canines have it better. We get to be ‘Oh boy, oh boy, let’s play
even though I’ve never met you! when we are little, and ‘Oh dear, I cannot take all this attention!
when we are older and humans still think we are cute!
Have an ‘Oh boy, oh boy let’s play!’
Labor Day weekend, and when it becomes 'Oh dear, I cannot take all this attention' head for the legs! Either way,
it’s a win-win!
August 27 2010
than Helicopter Parents!
My owner Boy has gone back to California. I went with everyone to the big place with lots
of people and suitcases and big lines. Last time I was there, it was to welcome my owner boy home. This time
it was to say good-bye. My owner Boy gave me a big hug. I used to be able to watch him get in one of those big lines and
wave all the way until I couldn’t see him any more. Now, he has to go somewhere down a stairs so I do not get to watch
him for very long.
When we got back home I walked onto the porch where all his books and stuff had been all summer.
It was empty. I looked at my owner Mom. She tried to cheer me up. It didn’t help.
My best buddy is gone. I decide to go outside and curl up behind a bush
and wait. Maybe he will come back, if I wait long enough. Usually, my owner Mom smiles and says--don’t worry, he’ll
be back soon. This time she doesn’t say anything, so I know.
My owner Boy is gone. We canines do
not have the same sense of time as humans. They have this thing they can hang on a wall, and write on. I see my owner Mom
looking at it all the time. I overhear her say things like-only 2 more weeks, or tomorrow. I am very smart, but I do not
know what two more weeks means. Nor do I know when my owner Boy is coming back?
My owner Mom gives me a lot of
attention. And she tells me she is going to take me to play with other dogs. Is that so I will not miss my special afternoon
walks and tug time with my best buddy?
My owner Boy was home for three whole months! And, we had a routine.
I studied with him. He played with me. We both took a break and a walk. Now what do I do? I look at my owner Mom. She smiles
and says—do not worry, he will be back in December. The only part of that sentence I understand is -He will be back.
Then, she closes the front door—which means--not any time soon.
I miss my owner Boy. Missing someone you
love is hard. Wouldn’t it be nice if canines and owner Boys could go to college together? Imagine me on a college
campus? Frisbee parties! Tug of war competitions! Long naps in the library! Yummy junk food! And girls!!!! Lots
and lots of girls to rub my tummy and tell me how cute I am!
Ok. I feel better. I have a project to focus on. The College Paw Movement! Canines ought to be
able to go to college with their owner Boys! and Girls! No offense to owner Moms and Dads but wouldn’t we be an improvement
over helicopter parents! Need to go talk to other canines about this.
Have a helicopter owner boy or girl weekend!
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My Owner Mom’s Play Date!
My Owner Mom’s childhood friend came to stay with us
for the weekend. She was very, very nice. But, I got to see a whole other side of my owner Mom. She laughed
a lot, and talked a lot, and whispered a lot. Usually, my owner Dad goes to bed first, and my owner Mom and my owner Boy
watch something on television. Then my owner Boy goes up to bed, my owner Mom writes on the computer, then reads, then lets
me go out one more time and then it’s upstairs for both of us.
When her friend was here, her friend slept on
the living room couch so my owner Mom stayed up with her, curled up at the end of the couch until very, very late. I wish
I knew what they talked about. One minute my Owner Mom was giggling, the next minute she looked very serious. But,
I could tell my owner Mom was really happy.
I understand. I have my owner Boy this summer. He is my best
buddy. But I think my owner Mom has been a little lonely. Her best buddies live far away. I know she loves me, and she spends
a lot of time with me but we cannot go shopping and see two movies, gossip, and share problems, or work on some secret
Just like she cannot not go sniffing, bury bones, tumble play and chase. I do not have a secret
project except for where I intend to bury my bones. But, if my owner Mom were to ask me, I would tell her.
thing is, she takes me to a place where I can doggie play. But I cannot take her to a place where she can human play.
Besides, she doesn’t have a lot of time. So, this past weekend was special. She got to human play a lot—she
told my owner Dad and Boy it was the best pre-birthday gift.
Sunday is her real birthday, and I am still thinking about
what to give her. Maybe a very long nap for the two of us? I have heard that is what all owner Moms want!
Have a very human play date weekend, nap included!
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August 13 2010
Night in the Neighborhood with Humans
Our family has a tradition. Every Friday, once the weather gets warm, we
go out for dinner-we sit outside, so I can be there too.
I love Friday night in the neighborhood with humans.
First of all, I am with my family, and this summer my owner boy has been home so it is even better.
a-l-w-a-y-s get bread. My owner Mom and I have an agreement. She cuts off a piece of bread and feeds me around
four little pieces. When she gets the fourth one, she says-this is the last piece. And after I eat it, she puts
her palms out and says ‘all gone!' I am satisfied that I have been included. I lie down and start to people
watch which brings me to the third reason I love Friday nights.
My public comes calling. There are couples and
teenagers, singles and dog walkers. I could do without the little micro dogs wagging tails that look more like a metronomes,
and I do get protective of my herd when a large dog passes by. But, I love puppies of all sizes and am very patient
with them. However, by far the best are the teenage girls who surround me and squeal and rub my belly and think I
am just the most beautiful and sweetest dog they have ever seen! They actually sit down on the sidewalk! Wow. All that is
missing from this scenario is my being invited to their slumber party!
Then there are the other patrons. Most
love having me there. Once in a while there is an exception. Like last Friday. There was a couple sitting and
having dinner very near us. When my family sat down and I sat right next to them, this couple did not look happy.
They were out for dinner and the last thing they wanted to be near was the ‘family’ dog!
My owner mom noticed.
She laughed and said it reminded her of when my owner boy was very young and my owner Mom and Dad took him out to dinner
with them to an upscale Chinese restaurant. My owner boy was the only child there. He became fascinated with the tablecloth.
So much so that, without my owner Mom seeing, he grabbed the part that hung over the side and pulled! And then kept pulling!
Before anyone could stop him, all four dishes and extra bowls of rice were on the floor!
My owner Mom looked at my now
grown up owner Boy and said, what could top that????
Obviously, nothing Sir Tonka would do! But I did think-if
I had been in the family when my owner Boy was a toddler, I would have ended up with a lot more than four pieces of bread!
My owner Mom is always hearing stories of what dogs end up eating around toddlers! But then I think--we wouldn’t have
eaten outside as much,certainly not late on a Friday night, and then I wouldn’t have had my groupies. So, I am much
happier that I arrived when my owner Boy was in 9th grade and now we are all grown and can be out late together.
This Friday, my owner Mom’s childhood friend is coming to stay. Another person at the table. She doesn’t know
the bread routine. Hmm—going for another 4 pieces! Wish me luck!
Have a wonderful Friday in the neighborhood
I have a link to Great
Dog Parks you can tell your owners about!
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August 6 2010
Boy's Day-In With My Best Buddy!
My owner Mom had to go to New York.
Usually when she goes away, she takes me to doggie camp, but this time, because my owner boy was home, he babysat!
Just the two of us! All day! How cool! He worked at his desk on the porch. I sat by his feet. He ate all
sorts of boy food that my owner Mom would never eat, and he shared it with me, which my owner Mom would never do!
When he took me for a walk, I was appreciative enough to poop in an appropriate spot, just for him!
But, the greatest thing was the way he played with me! Real boy play!
It was too hot outside so he threw a ball up the stairs! I caught it and tossed it back down with my nose. He chased me
around the house. Then we played tug of war with my Kong and he pulled so much harder than my owner Mom or Dad!
I was really happy to see my owner Mom when she returned. My owner
boy told her we had a lot of fun. He did not tell her all the food I ate! Then my owner Dad came home and my owner
Mom told my owner Dad all about my day.
We went out to a neighborhood place where we could eat outside and I could sit along side the table. As
my owner family were eating, and laughing, I was thinking that I had had the best day ever!
I love my owner boy so much. Now that he is all grown up and away
from home, I do not get to see him that often. I understand what my owner Mom means when she says she wants to have
a girl’s day out with her best friend. I had a boy’s day-in with my best buddy! I also understand
what my owner Mom means when she says children need Daddy play! I had boy play! And I guess I really needed it!
In my whole growing up, I never had the chance to be alone with my owner
boy for an entire day! And the best part was that I had my
owner boy all to myself! I didn’t have to share him with anyone--especially, a girlfriend!!! See Woody & Me!
Have a boy play weekend!
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July 30 2010
I am getting used to the new fence. I am not getting used to the weather-especially
thunderstorms-especially thunderstorms that knock out power! We lost ours. All of a sudden it went dark, got
quiet, and most of all, felt really hot!!! I have lived with air-conditioning my whole big, black furry life.
To be without it was a new. very unpleasant experience.
My owner Mom saw me panting. She made the
decision to send me to where I was born and where I stay when everyone goes away. When we got there I heard
my owner Mom talk about the weather. I heard her say that she and my owner Dad and owner Boy could handle
the humidity and high temperatures, but not me. I felt bad. I love being with my owner family. But, it’s true
that I do not do well in the heat. And my owner Mom knew.
My owner Dad says I am very lucky to have my
owner Mom. He says that she really loves and understands me. She can tell exactly what is going on with
me by just looking at my face.
I have heard my owner Mom say there is no real difference between reading
the face of a canine and the face of a human. She says love, sadness, joy and fear come through the eyes and the
mouth. My owner boy says he can tell when I am laughing!
My owner Mom saw me looking sad because of the fence,
the heat, and having to stay indoors. She saw me scared because of the thunderstorms. But, she also got to see me
very happy. When we arrived at my home away from home, I bounded out of the car. I went running to the entrance.
I could not wait to see my friends and hang out all day together!
I can read faces too! I could see my
owner Mom really smiling. She gave me a big hug good-bye. Then, I went, tail wagging, to play with my friends
in air-conditioning! And the best part? I knew whenever the power came back on, my owner Mom would come back for
me. I knew I would come bounding out, tail wagging, to greet her. And she would have arms wide open and be really
I hope that is what happens to owner Moms’ children when they go off to camp. I
hope they know they can miss their families but still have fun away from them.
Maybe one day I can go to a
human camp. It would be so-o-o much fun to stay in a cabin ,on a bunk bed--but, only if there is air-conditioning
and the counselors smile a lot!
Have a ‘cool’ weekend
July 23 2010
My Room is Gone!
I had nothing to do with the coming of my white picket fence.
It was put up for my predecessor who was a Bernese Mountain Dog and a natural babysitter and wouldn’t hurt
a fly-so my owner Mom liked to say. But he weighed 120 pounds, with thick black fur, and a full white chest, and huge
paws, and the mail people were terrified of him! So, according to legend, they not only refused to deliver mail
to my owner mom, they refused to deliver mail to the home on the left and right of her.
to the post office. She spoke to a manager. She offered to give dog safety seminars to the neighborhood
mail carriers who came bearing horror stories about us canines, and were hopeless in telling the difference between
an attack dog and a wuss!
In the end, she had to put up a fence--the first and only one on our block.
It was a short white picket. It was there when I was brought home.
Humans have asked ever since
whether my owner Mom was concerned that I would jump over it. I am clearly able to. No, she would reply wisely.
It has always been there. He likes and respects it.
My owner mom really knows me.
My white picket fence
became very well known. It identified our home and me.
I would run up to it to bark at things that went bump in the night.
I would run along it to greet other canines.
I would put my nose between the pickets to watch my owner Mom go off in the
and I would jump on it to let children pet
I will not lie. I would also jump up on it and bark at other dogs or strangers just to let them
now this was my territory not to be crossed unless my owner Mom said it was ok.
But, I pushed up against it
a lot. It also started to rot. The pickets came out, and the snow very nearly destroyed it.
I heard my
owner Mom talk about a new fence.
They came today.
I had to stay inside and watch.
This is a totally
different fence. Taller. Thinner slates, and thicker posts.
I miss my white picket fence. No one asked me what
I thought about throwing it away, then replacing it.
The front lawn is like my room. That fence was like
my walls and door.
It was familiar. It made me feel cozy and safe and not closed in.
I do not know
what to think of this new one.
I saw them take apart my white picket fence and throw big sections of it into
Then they drove away. They will come back tomorrow to finish.
But my room has disappeared. All
my familiar smells gone.
My white picket fence is gone forever.
My owner Mom knows I am very sad and confused. She says it will all be all right. I hope so.
Have a cozy weekend,
July 16 2010
Chick Magnet & Matchmaker!
Last night my owner Mom saw how sad I looked since it has been too hot
to sit or play outside so she suggested we all go for gelato and walk around. Oh boy, as soon as I heard I was going
in the car with everyone, I knew where we were headed! I got very excited!
We parked the car on one of
the main streets. There were lots and lots of people walking around. We started to walk towards the gelato
place and it started-Oh, he’s so cute, can I pet him? Oh, he’s beautiful, what’s
We sat outside on benches and my owner Mom let me have some vanilla in a cup-yum!!! Well,
that attracted even more attention. Oh, look at him eating ice cream, that’s great! Does he come
here a lot?
Then we went to the bookstore and while everyone looked at books, I stretched out on
the cool floor. It wasn’t long before more girls came up and asked my owner Mom-Is he friendly?
Oh, he looks so sweet! Can I pet him? I got so many tummy rubs!
Some of the girls were really cute and some
of the women were really pretty! All of them were really nice and friendly! But, my owner boy has a serious girlfriend in California and my owner Dad and owner Mom are
happily married! So I thought, what a waste!
If I gave up being a gumpaw and spying on nannies in the park, I could become a matchmaker!!! Now that would
be fun! All I would have to do is sit some place central, and let singles know they could come and pet me and meet
each other at the same time! Much healthier than mall or bar hopping! (I overhear all about this hopping from my
owner Mom). And forget Match.com, and E-Harmony!!! (I have seen those commercials on television!) If two people like
dogs, what more is there to worry about! One question! Do you like dogs!
Humans over complicate relationships. They should let us canines
set the standards! And then they should follow our lead!
Good Humans need so much help finding each
other that this idea of being match-maker is really growing on me!
I would be more than happy to donate my time, and my tummy for such a good cause!!!
Rolling over backwards in the dog days of summer to bring humans together!
July 2 2010
Oh my goodness! I was so excited! Not only did we have a day
without humidity, but I got invited out to dinner with my family and a friend who was going off to live in a place called
We had a terrific corner table outside where I could curl up and watch the goings on.
It was a
beautiful night! I was not panting at all!
This friend said she and her dad were driving across country.
don’t really know what that means except it sounds very, very far, and takes a lot more than a few days and nights)
My owner Mom said she would love to do that with me, but she didn’t want to do it alone. My owner dad could
never take the time, and my owner son is in graduate school. So, she would need a friend. Maybe a friend with a dog!
Wait a minute!
Driving across country sounds like fun and I know I would get to sniff a new places. I love
But going with another dog I don’t know very well?
What is this with my owner Mom with other
She rescues and brings total canine strangers into our house and expects me to behave politely (see former blog)
and now she’s thinking of taking one along on a long trip????!!!
What if we don’t get along?
if our habits are totally different he/she got a second wind when I was ready to take my afternoon nap!
What if I
have to share? Treats, Food, Water, the car space?
But most important
What if my owner mom pays less attention
to me because she has a friend and I have company?
She hugs and pets me a lot. I nuzzle and lick her back.
I Love my owner Mom and Dad and Boy with all my doggie heart.
Do I really want to share my owner Mom for a long trip?
It would be nice to go sniffing around with a buddy.
After all, there are some things humans just do not appreciate
about the canine world.
I might be willing to do it, as long as I could still get all the attention I wanted from my
I realize that there is one trait all canines share.
We can have play dates, go to doggie day care,
stay home or roam around outside, but when it is all said and done,
We want our people. We love our people. And, truth
be known, if we had our way, we’d be with our people 24/7 forever!!!!
Have a great July 4th weekend, but please
do not make us go anywhere near cracks or booms or pops!
Come to think of it, that will be my interview question for
a long trip mate:
How do you feel about fireworks? There is only one acceptable answer to that!
June 25 2010
The Rescue, Humph!
Well how am I supposed to respond? There I am, resting
peacefully on the porch with my owner Boy-who has taken it over as a study center for the summer--- and in walks my owner
Mom with another dog! Right through my front door! Out of nowhere!
Of course I am going to growl! I am not
one of those dogs that simply wags his tail at total canine strangers!
So, my owner boy holds me back, while I hear
my owner Mom explain that on her way back from a mentoring lunch in the neighborhood, she notices a dog wondering
about. She looks in her rear view mirror to see if there is an owner nearby. No owner. So, she circles
the block and comes back to the dog. She gets out, knocks on several doors, no one answers. It is a record 100 degrees
in Washington DC, this dog looks very hot, so she puts him in her car, calls the cell phone number on his collar and brings
My owner Mom has rescued wayward canines before. But, they always stayed outside in the yard. This one
starts roaming all over my house!
I growl even more loudly, and my owner Mom gives me a stern NO! I am not used
to my owner Mom raising her voice to me. I do not like it at all.
She tells my owner Boy to go get doggie treats.
She tells him that this is an introduction to sharing. Let me tell you, toddlers have it right! Sharing is way over
rated! She makes us both sit. At least this canine shows manners! My owner Boy takes turns giving each of us a treat.
First to him, then to me.
My owner Mom then leads us both onto the porch. This other canine goes over
to the porch door and sits down. My owner Mom has me sit all the way on the other side. I am keeping a very careful
eye out to see that he doesn’t go anywhere else.
He settles down, and so do I. My owner Mom sits between
Finally I hear the phone ring. I hear her talking to someone. Does this mean the canine intruder is
Some time later, a human arrives at the door. She is very happy to see her dog,
Not as happy
as I am to see her!
My owner Mom and this other owner Mom talk and finally they leave. Then my owner Mom
sits down with me. I can always tell when she is going to give me some kind of life lesson. She pets me, looks
right into my eyes and talks very softly.
If I were lost, she would want someone to do the same for me. If I
were very hot and thirsty, she would want someone to offer me shelter and water. That is what she did for this dog.
But, I am never going to just wag my tail at canine strangers. Nor, am I going to let them have the run of my
house! What kind of protector would I be, if I allowed that to happen?
Anyway, this weather is awful! I cannot
sit outside my house, and now I have to worry that more dogs are going to end up sitting inside my house!!??
Have a rescue free weekend!