I love this dog. He is a sweet boy, who loves to sit in the recliner and will follow you (me) all over the house (even when I want private time in the bathroom).
We didn't get much history on him before he came home, and even when I picked him up from his foster dad, all I got was Garry was left home alone a lot and got into trouble. No problem, he could be crated when we were out, problem solved. Then I got some paperwork from the shelter he stayed at prior to the foster home. They labled him "busy bee". Hmmmm......what could that mean?
For those of you who don't know, Garry is deaf. But he understands sign language, which works really well when he is looking at you. But for those times when I am in the living room, and Garry is, say in the kitchen stealing watermelon off the island counter, it's hard for the sign language to work. Yelling doesn't work too well either, but it doesn't stop me from shouting "Garry!" from the couch.
His nose is really what gets Garry into trouble. Because his ears don't work, his nose works overtime. He loves the smell of my hand cream (Look ma, new hands from Bath and Bodyworks) so much, that when I left it out one night, he attempted to eat the container it came in. The coffee on the coffee table I left for minute to use the bathroom (for once he didn't follow me in) smelled so good, he drank the whole cup. I made some yummy oatmeal one morning, and he didn't get any, so he ate the dried oats which were sitting in the basket by the island. Bread in the bread basket, gone. Onions in the garden, gone. The Easter candy someone (Little A, you know better than that) kept "hidden" in their room, gone. "Garry!" is a common phrase used in our house, but he doesn't listen.
I'm a little concerned with his eyesight too, because this morning he ran into the sliding glass door trying to get a squirrel. But that's for another post.
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