This dog right here.
This big, rotten, so-darn-lucky-she’s-not-dead deaf dog.
She does the weirdest stuff.
For some reason unbeknown to be me, the BDD loves to play with her head under a blanket. Chase digs it too. I think that’s how it all started. Any chance she can get her head under a blanket, she goes for it because it means play time. (Also known as “Jeez, I hope those teeth don’t get anywhere near an extremity.”)
Let me tell you what she did last night.
While getting ready for bed, I was changing a pillow case. Nothing new by any means. Usually if the BDD is on the bed, I’ll offer up the discarded pillow case so she and Chase can have a little go before we hit the sack. But last night, while I changed the pillow case, the BDD was watching me. She was standing on the other side of the bed. Watching me. Intently watching. I could hear her:
Food Lady, what’s that you got in your hands?
So I did what any good deaf dog mother would do and gathered the opening and showed it to the BDD. We “show” stuff a lot. Because that whole talking to a deaf dog does no good.
Believe me. I keep trying.
No Christmas miracles yet.
The message was received. The BDD bounded onto the bed and dived into the pillow case. I mean, she seriously dived – head first – without hesitation into the pillow case. Chaos ensued with dinosaur noises from her and bared teeth and growls from Chase. I couldn’t stop laughing because I’ve never seen her get so damn excited about the pillow case.
The pillow case always works its way off, so we usually offer it up again. She dived again. You think we had deprived this dog of sticking her head in a bag all her life. A third time. A fourth… she stuck her head with vengeance into that pillow case that if it weren’t there, she’d face plant into something.
The thing I don’t get is this: The BDD is deaf. After all, that’s why I call her the Big Deaf Dog. So with that deaf thing going on, why in the world would she not want to see?
I’m beginning to think that being deaf isn’t the BDD’s only handicap.