I spent the day trying to determine whether our dog, Duke, is deaf. It never occurred to me that he might be until today. I had opened the back door to let him in. He was stretched out by the door and facing away from me. I called his name over and over with no reaction from him. Then I nudged him with my foot and he jumped up and came right in.
“I think Duke is deaf,” I told my husband.
“Wow,” my husband said.
I told him what had just happened and he said, “Huh.”
To prove that I was right, I followed Duke around and called his name when he was looking away from me. No response.
After dinner, I saw him stretched out under the dining table, facing away from me. I called his name and he didn’t move. Then I said, “Cookie!”
He immediately stood up, turned around, walked into the kitchen, and sat in front of the jar where I keep his dog cookies.
“He’s not deaf,” I said to my husband who was also in the kitchen.
“What?” he asked.
“I said that Duke’s not deaf,” I said.
“Who said he was dead?”
“Never mind,” I said.
It turns out I was following the wrong family member around.
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That is a gorgeous dog. Smart too.
Thank you!
Duke is only selectively deaf. Your husband probably is too, but he may have an actual hearing impairment. I have a little loss, but too poor (or cheap) to afford hearing aids.
My husband probably does have some hearing loss but he hasn’t had it checked. He probably enjoys not hearing me. Duke, on the other hand, is just ignoring me. No respect!
That is funny! As we get older, we all will probably get more deaf, but if we all do it together we can forgive each other.
I agree. The same goes for our memory loss. Thanks for commenting!