We’re close to settling on a name for the Little Deaf One. It’s been challenging to find one that fits him, honors his deafness and fits in with our other dog’s names. Though we haven’t decided yet if we are going to adopt him, the discussions are going smoothly and, if we do, we’d like the name to . . .
The yellow streaking is urine. He chose the wrong time to walk under the other deaf dog. If I hadn't had my hands full with four leashes, I could have gotten my phone out in time to capture it running all over his back and down his legs. Needless to say, he got his first bath today. . . .
My husband and I are in negotiations about the Little Deaf One. Until yesterday, these discussions were entirely non-verbal. Between sips of Sunday coffee, legs stretched in the quiet morning sun, he found the courage to verbalize the question we had been silently asking each other for a week, “I . . .
I took the Little Deaf One- he remains unnamed to protect myself- to work with me today. With deaf dogs, but especially deaf puppies, constant reinforcement is important when teaching hand signs. By having him at work with me, I can tether train which gives me lots of opportunities to practice watch . . .
Life got a little more busy for my husband and me a few days ago. We took in an unannounced deaf foster puppy whose jowls beg to be squeezed. The pipsqueak is young, with the fine needle teeth of a three and a half month old puppy. He stays attached to Edison's hip, my white shadow's white shadow, . . .