My boy Blue was “adopted” from the no-kill shelter I was working at at the time. But the story starts a couple weeks before he even got there…
Our shelter was helping out a small rescue group that had to downsize their animal population and they were bringing in dogs of all sizes, when a little white puppy with the bluest eyes I had ever seen was brought in. She was adorable and SO tiny! They called her Frankie Blue Eyes because her eyes were so blue. Immediately my boss asked if the dog could hear (because of the all white and blue eyes that is usually an indication of genetic deafness), they weren’t sure because the puppy had been with other hearing dogs, so it seemed the dog could hear ok, but they weren’t sure. But it quickly became apparent from a couple tests that this dog was deaf. The rescue group told us they had picked up the puppy from a farm that had an Australian Shepherd and a Blue Heeler that they were just letting breed even though they were both merle colored and were breeding deaf puppies. Even though they offered to spay/neuter their dogs for FREE the stupid owners just let them do their thing.
I have a soft spot for the “special” cases and I wanted this puppy to have the best shot at getting adopted (being deaf is scary for some people to take on) so I spent a LOT of time with this little pup, and a ton of time researching how to train deaf dogs and I got in contact with a few deaf dog owners through a message board to get ideas on how to help get this pup adopted… But I liked her and wanted to make sure it was the best home for her. After working with her for a few weeks I realized that this wasn’t just any pup, she was super smart and head strong and liked to be the dominant one… While she was adorable and I really loved her, I knew she wasn’t the right dog for me.
Here’s Frankie as a puppy:
Then, that rescue group called us a couple weeks later…. They had her brother and were wondering if we would take him too… Frankie already had an adoption application on her with a wonderful family so we were confident we would be able to adopt out another deaf puppy. Then a little pink nosed sharp toothed, funky eyed puppy that resembled an opossum more than a dog came in… I couldn’t help but laugh, he was so goofy looking! Not to mention his HUGE ears.
But it didn’t take long for me to realize that this pup was different. He was calm and mellow and even smarter than his sister, he wasn’t dominant at all and got along with all of the other dogs. I spent a lot of time with him teaching him tricks and manners, and I QUICKLY fell in love with him. There was a lot of interest to adopt him, but none of them were the right fit. And he got bigger and more awkward by the day, I was worried he would stay at the shelter for a long time so I asked my husband (he was my boyfriend at the time) if I could take him home for a weekend “vacation” from the shelter… Well the weekend came and went and it was time to take him back to the shelter and my husband kept saying “just do it tomorrow, another day won’t hurt” and then I was supposed to go house sit for a family with a bunch of dogs so he had to go back that day or my husband would have to take care of him and he said “He doesn’t have to go back… you could keep him”. I just about died with happiness and we haven’t looked back.
Little Blue on “vacation”
Blue now: (3 years later, well, this was last year… but you get the idea)
ETA: We still see Frankie and her wonderful family, they happen to go to the same groomer/doggie resort that Blue goes to when we go out of town… Even the owner of the place says I got the better dog. 🙂 But we would never tell Frankie’s parents that! 😉