Posted by Bernard Lima-Chavez on September 7, 2015 | Leave a Comment There is nothing in this world quite as peaceful as a deaf dog sleeping. His dreams of chase go uninterrupted. And games of tag go on for hours. He plays Fetch & Keep-away until he drifts into another dream, perhaps chasing leaves or digging for treasure. When you share your life with a deaf dog, you get to experience many magical things. Undisturbed sleep is just one of them. A vacuum cleaner stirs no fear. The morning bustle of coffee cups clanging doesn’t startle him back to the here and now, and cursing over tripping cats occurs without consequence. Your deafie is still dreaming and twitching and running through the wind, ears flopping against his head. I sometimes sit and watch, for hours on end, as Edison is dancing with the Sandman. He prefers to be on his back, the easier to waltz his feet. Foster slumbers in unimaginable positions, ones that would seem uncomfortable, but no. He snores for hours, sometimes grunting at things in his dreams. I wonder what those could be? I wonder with awe what sleep is like for them. Living in a silent world, sleep must be an amazing thing. But the best prize of life with a deaf dog is seeing your beloved curled up next to him, their breath in perfect unison. That is when your best dreams come true.