I like my dog and all, but Tonkey’s rise to fame has got me wondering what she’s got, that I don’t. 8 weeks ago I created Tonkey her own Instagram account for the sole purpose of making friends myself. The way it was supposed to go down: post photo of cute dog, cute dog attracts good-looking friends, good-looking friends want to hang out with me.
But I’ve created a monster— like Victor to Frankenstein— and now Frankenstein’s famous, leaving her creator alone in the shadows. I want to wish my dog nothing but the best in her future endeavours…but it’s tough when your cuddle buddy has left you to eat her dust.
If I could say one thing to my dearest Tonkey, it would be this: I love you, dogchild, don’t forget we started from the bottom; I am trying my best to be happy for you.
