I came across this old photo from Deaf Dog Awareness Week 2013. There is something weird going on in this picture. Can you spot the strangeness? Leave your thoughts in a comment. (Apologies to Natalie Merchant for purloining the title. I love her and, well, I can only hope she'd understand.) . . .
This originally appeared as a guest blog post on Deaf Dogs Rock. Edison responding to watch me and then the sign for sit. I've learned many virtues from our dogs, but the most important ones from our deaf dog, Edison. Greed, gluttony, envy...oh, snap, I've confused vices and virtues again. Let's . . .
Oliver is the first deaf dog I worked with after adopting Edison and he occupies a very special place in my heart. He came into the shelter as a stray and I chose the name Oliver for two reasons: that was our second choice when naming Edison, and he just looked like an Oliver. At the time, Edison . . .
“Landfill Dogs is a project with three overlapping components: fine art photographs, adoption promotions, and environmental advocacy.” The Landfill Dogs Project packs a wallop of a punch. It is a powerful, multifaceted project that incorporates art, animal welfare and social activism, and it’s . . .
Though my husband and I live in Miami, we were married in Central Park. It was a small wedding with twenty-five guests. Both of my parents were there, which was a powerful statement about just how far my father and I had come in repairing a relationship that we had both deemed unsalvageable, one . . .
On this blog and on other social media, I frequently post photographs of my husband snuggling and napping with our dogs. A friend recently asked me why I am drawn to these particular photos. I had to give it some thought but here is my answer. My husband and I are very similar souls with very . . .
With their eyeballs, not their earballs; that is how a deaf dog listens to the world around him. In order to communicate with Edison, to keep him safe and to help him make better decisions, look at me is one of the first signs we taught him. He checks in with us frequently, looking to us for . . .
My mentor, Dr. Lois Sargent, passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 58. She has so profoundly impacted my life that it has taken me until now to formulate my thoughts. It is because of her that I am able to do the work I do today. Her deep understanding of veterinary medicine and her commitment . . .
All of the animals in our house have proper names as well as nicknames. This phenomenon is an anomaly in our house in that, unlike almost everything else here, it did not start with Darwin; it began with the cats. When I met my husband, I was in school studying to become a veterinary technician. . . .
Here is one of Edison's deciduous premolars. It was knocked loose during a play date with a large, older and equally deaf Dogo Argentino dog named Oliver. At the time, Oliver was living at the shelter and I would bring Edison to work with me every day so that the two of them could socialize. . . .