MindSpinner

After a good morning belly rub, the deaf dog crawls back into his crate and lies down as if to say it’s too early, and we should all go back to sleep. I have to pull him gently out by his feet, pick him up like a sleepy toddler and carry him to the door to begin his day out in the back, cavorting with his brother. This morning he ran out without thinking, the two of them together off to play, but as I filled the water bowl outside, he scampered back in again to carry out the ritual. So I pulled him out of the crate by his back feet, picked him up and cradled him. I told him (always just as if he’s not deaf at all), “I will love you out of your bed every morning for all of your days.” It doesn’t matter that he can’t hear. He knows it’s so.