(You can read my biography.)

My name is Tonka. Remember me? My parents adopted me back in March 2005 and I've been training them ever since. I have a sister, Blizzard, whom I get along with very well. She can be a bit pushy in the house, but I rule outside. We share the alpha role because I'm such a nice guy. My parents adopted me when I got in a bit of trouble with the law and accidentally killed some pet rabbits. It really was an accident. I was only playing with them. Since I've been in my new home, I've amazed my parents by grabbing a bird in mid flight and catching a pesky possum that used to hide in the wood pile. No, it didn't hurt me cause it played dead, but I drooled all over it, and I was so proud when mom patted me on the neck and told me I was a good boy. Of course, she also told me to spit it out, which I did right away because she rules. Mom told dad the possum wasn't hurt and that it went back to the wood pile. See, I have a big heart and only want to play with everything I find!

Of course, I've been to my new vet a couple of times: once to be checked out and then again to get something to prevent lyme disease. I'm really healthy and gradually gaining weight because I get fed regularly and Blizzard and I get something called "munchies," too! Last night we even got popcorn while we both curled up with our parents and watched television. Popcorn is the only people food my parents will share except for the lasagna I stole from the countertop one day.

Mom and dad say I'm the most cuddly dog they've ever known. I just love to be hugged. I'll stand up on my back legs for a hug, but I really love it when they lay down on the floor and hug me. I'll lay there forever. When I'm not trying to get a hug, mom & dad take Blizzard and me out for walks every day. We get to go to the woods. I've seen so many deer and rabbits. I wish they'd let go of my leash to let me go play, but mom keeps telling dad to hold on tight! I really don't pull too hard on the leash, but, boy, I'd like to get one of those deer!

Anyway, I turned one year old in April 2006, and I'm very happy. I blew my first coat (Mom thought I was going to go bald!), and my fur is beautiful now. I love my new home and sister. I've got toys and food and all the love I could ever want. So, I've gotta go now because it's tv time and mom has a spot on the couch for me.

Thank you Pet Harbor for finding my new home!

Tonka