Los animales de la finca: TK

It's not a great picture of him, but it's the description that matters, right?

TK, or if you want to be formal, Teddy Keebler Davis Dunne. I have heard the origin of his name a couple times, but I'm not entirely sure I know it, so sorry if I'm wrong here. On the last day of a group's time here, we take them to basically the only tourist attraction around Luperon, the waterfalls. The waterfalls are a guided tour up and down cascades, so it's a business, and at this business, they have a dog. Now I have never met this particular dog, but I have heard it is one of the best you'll ever meet. Because of this, Paul, one of our crew advisors, wanted to adopt this dog and name him Keebler (I think, it could have been Teddy, but I think Keebler). The waterfall dog didn't work out, but shortly after the failed adoption, Mary, another one of our fantastic crew advisors, was in Luperon and saw that one of the dogs there had very recently birthed a litter of puppies. She brought this news (and perhaps a picture) back to Paul, who decided he absolutely needed one of these puppies. Mary already had the name Teddy picked out, so as a compromise, they decided to combine the names Teddy and Keebler into TK. Phew, that was a lot (and it's probably not really accurate). Now, more about TK. He is about six weeks old, so he's still a tiny puppy. I make a conscience effort as often as possible to pick him up and squeeze him till his stuffing almost comes out (haha get it, cause teddy), cause I know that in like three months he'll be huge and have the ability to bite my face off if he so chooses. Every morning when Mary goes to feed him, he jumps around, whimpers, and barks as if, as Peter says, he had never eaten before. It's fairly ridiculous, but also fairly cute because he's, as I mentioned before, a tiny puppy. Too add on to the cuteness, when he's wolfing down his food, and Victoria tries to swipe a bite, TK will growl at her, but he won't even take a second to stop eating, so he makes this hilarious muffled growling sound to keep her away while still eating as fast as a puppy possibly can. He's still too small and afraid to jump off of the couch, but we make him get down himself anyway, and after about a minute of deep contemplation, he takes the leap, and he's even starting to land on his feet now.
       Ok, onto the controversial part, TK's intelligence. I don't want to say that he's dumb, because he is a tiny puppy, but I think this is a good anecdote to illustrate his capacity for learning:
       All of the dogs here, including the cat even, love to fight each other. Basically whenever they're awake, they're fighting. The usual match ups include Rica vs. Sally (to be featured later), TK vs Victoria (the kitty, also to be pictured later), and TK vs. Susie (who will have a cameo on here as well), all fair match ups in my opinion. Now there is one dog that hangs around here who technically belongs to no one, but she follows around Melania, the cook, who comes here everyday, and as a result, so does Lassie. Lassie is the biggest dog out of the ones on the property (excluding Rex, but he spends all day tied to a tree), and while all of the other dogs love to fight playfully, Lassie does NOT. If a barking dog gets anywhere near Lassie, she straight snaps in like one second. If I were a dog, especially a tiny puppy, I would take special notice of this and make sure to avoid Lassie at all costs. TK (pause for effect), does not do this. He will go right up to Lassie, bark in her face, and as always, Lassie will snap send him running and barking and falling all over himself. One time, about a week ago, Lassie had had enough of TK's lively puppy bullshit, and bit TK right on the muzzle, hard enough to draw a good amount of blood. Now you figure that would be the last straw, and TK would finally learn his lesson and avoid Lassie, or at the very least stop barking in her face, but that is not what TK did. Later that very same day that Lassie bit TK hard enough to draw blood, I personally witnessed TK barking in Lassie's face once again. Now I will leave you, the reader, to judge this dogs intelligence.
       Ok, sorry for the lengthy post, but it's coming to a close, I promise. Despite the minor annoyances TK does cause, he is a good little pup, and I love him too. He sleeps soundly with Mary in her hammock, has the appetite of a dog ten times his size (which I respect immensely), and certainly knows how to work a room. All in all, I firmly believe that TK will grow up to become an incredible addition to do the property, and to the Village Mountain Mission.