There are very few things that are as rewarding as seeing a former shelter dog at peace in the world, and the sleep of a deaf one is unlike any other. When a deaf dog sleeps, the world around them yields to the silent adventures of their mind. I don’t know of what they dream, but I enjoy guessing. Rocks, grass, trees, the hot girl dog that accompanies our hot gay neighbor on shirtless bike rides and impromptu doggie play dates- I’ll never know, but their relaxed bodies and soft faces make me happy and inspired this series of photos.
Shelter dogs face astronomical odds in their quest for happiness and love- violence, fear, abandonment, stress. For most, the odds are stacked so high against them that they have no real shot at a joyful life, or any life for that matter. If he happens to be deaf (or blind or three-legged), his shot at happiness is miniscule. So, when I see the twitch of Foster’s dreaming toes or hear the dull snore of my upside-down Edison, I smile a great smile. If not all dogs find their yellow brick road, these two have and they are souvenirs from two of my best days yet.When Foster dreams, he yelps and barks as he throws his legs and feet around. When Edison dreams, he twitches and drools and his cheeks puff out, metronomes keeping time for his rhythmic snoring. They both require a plot of couch three times their respective size and my husband and I concede, moving to the far end with unobstructed views of their dreams.