Nicknames: T, Mr. T, Handsome, Bubba, Bug, Beekster
Birthday: May 1st 2001
Likes: Swimming, running with mom or dad on the bike, taking baths, sunbathing on the balcony, "flea biting" stuff (especially pillows), chasing and attempting to herd 4-wheelers (like I actually know what I'm doing)
Pet-Peeves: Spastic kids, vets (are the spawn of satan), wet grass, and any fruits or vegetables.
Favorite Toy: I adore anything that will go a long way and float in the water so I can leap in and rescue it. Once in a while I'll get excited about my kong ball. It bounces super high and I like to try to jump and catch it.
Favorite Food: BULLY STICKS and one of the few types of treats I'm allowed to have now (allergies- bah). The wild animal in me is quite fond of raw meat- beef hearts, kidneys, tripe, and marrow bones... YUMMMM
Favorite Walk: Walking- Turkey Creek, Town Lake Hike & Bike trail. Swimming- up and down Town Lake and at Red Bud Isle
Best Tricks: I like to talk when I'm excited. And, I seem to have convinced my mom I understand english
Arrival Story: TK was rescued from the city's shelter at 8 weeks old just hours before his scheduled euthanasia. Luckily, Jack's Fur Angels of Texas, a local recue organization, frequently scanned the shelter for rescues and found TK in the nick of time. He was covered in ticks when rescued and was aptly named "Ticks" until time came for adoption. They figured "ticks" wasn't too appealing, hence the name change to "TK". Somehow, this handsome boy didn't find a suitable forever home for 2 years (he was even taken on several unsuccessful home visits) until I came across him in May of 2003.
Bio: I adopted TK in August of 2003, then lost him on Labor Day of the same year after he ran away from my aunt who was watching him for the weekend. Surprising us all, he turned up 2 weeks later at a ranch house 20 miles away in perfect condition (though very sunburned).We would like to hook up with dock divers in the Austin area. While he's not jumped off of a dock, TK has conquered waterfalls and rocks of varying heights. TK would have a BLAST competing!
Favorite Breeds: I have a fetish for Great Danes. I get supercharged everytime I see one and I have a strong urge to try and hump it.
Along the not so psycho lines, I also love all bully breeds and Mastiffs.
What Makes Me the Happiest: Jumping in the car, jumping out at Red Bud Isle, and swimming for hours on end retrieving my toys
Favorite Place at Home: The balcony, but I MUST be in the sun
On BSL: My family wonders how it's possible that people can justify killing off entire breeds because of the unfortunate actions of a select few. It seems fishy to claim that BSL is moral... seems like discrimination to all of us! I poo on BSL...
So.... now that Lola' pity party is winding down it's my turn for the spotlight. Yesterday Mom's sister noticed that one of my big teefers was split right in half, and part of it was just hanging from my gumline! Since it was Sunday Mom just watched me for any signs of pain but I took it like a tough man- I ate all my food, I flea bit my blankets and chewed on plush toys as if nothing were wrong.
Today when the vet saw it we were all at a loss as to how it happened. I'm not particularly one to chew on anything hard, unless you count bully sticks and dehydrated sweet potatoes. Lola is the one who loves the nylabones and stuff. Anyway, 7 hours at the vet got me not just one but 2 pulled teeth (I had broken a 2nd one a few months ago right at the gumline) as well as a good cleaning. Dr. Van Trease said that when I woke up I acted like nothing had ever happened and he felt sorry for me so he dosed me with some good pain meds and sent me on home. He also said that I had METAL shards in my teeth and the fracture went waaaaaay up into my gums. We're all starting to think that it happened a couple of weeks ago when Lola and I were boarded. They separated us and I tore up my face pretty good trying to get through a fence to her. Now Mom's wondering if I didn't also try to chew through the fence as well, but that would mean my tooth was dangling like that for a long time! I guess we'll never know because it never really bothered me... but now I have 2 less teeth and a clean mouth to show for it, so it's all good.
Well, the time has finally come. After just about a year here in Florida mom and dad are packing us up again for another cross country drive. We took our last trip to the beach yesterday and I am still exhausted. It's amazing how tired you can get in such a short time playing in the waves! Our house is now like a maze of boxes, and come tomorrow everything will be loaded up in the big yellow truck again. Lola and I will have our own personal escort service complete with bedding, water bowls, air conditioning, and our new little privacy screen (though I think mom's intention is to keep us away from her- hehe). Last year's drive wasn't bad at all- I spent the whole time sleeping anyway. Mom and dad sure are hyping up this trip. They keep asking me if I want to go to Austin and go swimming- I think they are more excited about it than I am. Of course Lola is going ever more insane- she really looks like a shadow now since she's been glued to one of them all the time. I'm really excited to see our new place- mom says it had lots of trees and sunshine for me to lay out on, and a huge balcony to chill on. We even get our own "dog room" and closet again.
I'll miss the beach, and I'll miss chasing the lizards around the yard. I'll miss lying out in the grass and in our screened porch all day, and taking the occasional vacation to Very Important Paws in West Palm Beach, but it's all good. I finally get to go home to Red Bud Isle, Bull Creek park, Freddie's Place, Auditorium Shores, Turkey Creek, and Lake Travis. And we can take our little vacations at Dog Boys Dog Ranch like we used to. I even heard mom saying that she's going to rent a boat and take us out on the lake this summer- I can't wait for that!
As you may have read in my sister Lola's diary, we just returned back from a pretty good vacation in Texas. If not- well- we just returned from a 2 week visit back to my homeland. I tell you I was thrilled to be back; there was water (where I was actually allowed to go to), retrieving, rocks to jump off of, 4 wheelers to chase, and a whole pack of other dogs to play with. I really have missed all my buddies and places to see around town. Mom had better take notice of this and move us back ASAP- this Florida stuff is making me more homesick all the time.
Since Florida is so far away from home, mom and dad thought it would be brilliant to put us on an airplane and fly us to Texas so we wouldn't have to travel in a car so long. Well, I'm not sure that I agree with that completely. The preparation and trip to the airport weren't so bad, but my goodness those airplanes are monsters. I was so freaked out on both trips that I thought it best to try and dig out of my crate. Mom was less than thrilled at the snowstorm I deposited inside and the memory foam bed that was sacrificed. I tried to make her smile by reminding her there is no real snow in Texas (or Florida), and I was just trying to envoke the Christmas spirit. Didn't work.
Anyway, the trip was cool (except for the flying), and I'm now starting a whole new year fresh with new happenings. What, you might ask? Well, as some of you may know this Florida place has really got my skin out of sorts. Mom pitied me and had my blood tested for allergies; turns out I have a lot of 'em, so in addition to more frequent baths (yay!) and new yummy food from Timberwolf Organics, they've decided to give me allergy shots just like people in hopes that I won't be so itchy soon. Boy I felt so special travelling with all those medications I've been taking. Did you know Lola and I had an ENTIRE suitcase of our own? Yup, it's true. We had as much crap as mom and dad did. Anyway, back to the shots. By now I've finished the first round and am about to step it up a notch to the stronger stuff. I can't tell a difference yet, but my vet (even though I hate him) says that every dog he's seen on this stuff has had some degree of improvement. I can't wait till mine kicks in. I'd love to be able to take some cutie pie belly shots again without worrying about my blisters and sores.
Another cool thing about the new year is that mom got a new bike for Christmas and a Springer to go along with it, so it looks like Lola and I will get a LOT more running time with them. I am a running fiend, I tell you. I actually like to pull mom and dad for about a mile once they hook me up to the thing. If I had hair I could do those sled races up in Alaska. Hmmm.... anyway, I'm gonna scoot because it's WAY past my bedtime. You guys have a happy new year- I know I will.