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 . . .
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. . . .
All of the dogs here on East Dixie Highway are terriers and, accordingly, love dirt. This is to be expected and for me, if not my husband, is part of their charm. Remember, I'm a frat boy at heart and my tolerance for filth is much higher than it is for normal people. And drool! I love a slobbery, . . .
Until I finish Edison's introductory post, I will be sharing some photos of him. He is truly one of the most magical and photogenic dogs that has ever walked this earth. It's true. Look it up on the Google machine. It's right here, right now, on your screen in black and white, so it must be factual. . . .