Friday, September 26, 2014

My Deaf Dog

My dog, Sammy, is deaf. He and I have developed a way to communicate that works well. It didn’t happen all at once, though. It took some frustration, some tempers flaring, which he couldn’t hear, and some elbow grease to scrub the pee spots from the carpet, often trailed all down the stairs. He had his own signature, I guess.

Sammy is teaching me about choosing words and non-words to communicate effectively. What I thought at first was a problem became an opportunity to try some new things to be a better care giver, to be his friend.