(February 1, 1988 - January 23, 1999)
Teska (Tess) was born February 1, 1988, in Angeles City, Republic of the Philippines. She was a quirky dog. Tess was part Australian Shepherd and part Greyhound.
That Tess survived her first year of life is a miracle. She was ... um ... a difficult puppy. She had a taste for leather and rubber Harley parts. Tess ate Biker's left leather glove. He got another pair. She ate that left glove. He got another pair. She ate the left glove again. She found a rubber part on Biker's Harley delicious and chewed it -- and the replacement, too! But the thing that I thought would end her young life was when she ate the collar of Biker's leather vest! I came home from work and found it. I made all the girls stay inside when I heard him coming home (you could hear the Harley from a block away) and I went out to meet him in the yard to break the news to him. I expected a raving maniac -- he was quite calm.
Tess wasn't a friendly dog for most of her life. She loved me and her dad, but she was not accepting of strangers. And even with me and Biker she wasn't overly affectionate -- she tolerated a petting now and then, but kisses and hugs were out of the question.
The last two years of her life, though, she went through quite a transition. She was still a barker, but she calmed down a lot. She became very affectionate with me and Biker. In fact, she became a "velcro dog" -- it was as if she were permanently attached to my leg.
She also became a walking neurosis. The sound of fireworks and thunder came to terrify her as she got older. Once it was so bad that she climbed up in the chair with me and sat on my lap! That's something Tess NEVER did.
She had so much personality, too. All of our girls have had very different personalities and Tess was no exception. She was funny and sweet and a really wonderful dog in her quirky way. Tess died suddenly after an operation on her knee. There's not a day that goes by that we don't think of her and smile.