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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