Having the day off because it was Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday was supposed to be a day of rest for me. I was tired and looking forward to a three day weekend...until I received a phone call that would change my life. A woman I didn't know called me to see if I would be interested in fostering or adopting a deaf and blind dog. You see, I had applied to adopt a beauty of a dog that I had seen on Facebook from a local rescue organization. The dog had partial hearing and partial sight. I didn't get the pretty girl, but they were impressed with my application for her, so the call came to see if I would be interested in her brother. Interested in a deaf and blind dog? Really? Me? Hmmm...sure, why not!
Kathy, the founder of the organization that had rescued the triplets, picked me up and off we went. She told me all about Domino. He was about a year old, almost totally deaf and almost totally blind. He had been in two foster homes, and apparently he was a handful. What had I gotten myself into with this??? Heaven only knew. We met at a convenience store to have the current foster parents hand Domino over to us, like some clandestine undercover operation. There, sitting quietly and unknowingly was a miniature Australian Shepherd, primarily white with black patches. I could see why he was named Domino. We exchanged pleasantries with the woman, got in the car, and off we went...to my house, where my Sheltie and Birman cat awaited their potential brother.
Domino was apprensive, and I was scared because I had never dealt with an animal who had an impairment, let a lone two impairments. Plus, he had been through the "doggie foster system". What should I read into that bit of information?
Well, two and a half years later, I have a miniature Aussie who is my hero. Domino lets nothing slow him down, and I mean nothing. He is fearless. I wanted to expose him to more four-legged people, so I am now fostering three puppy mill Shih Tzus, and that's been great for Domino and all of my other fur children. He's come so far since the day I got him. He is mine. Not a foster, anymore.
As a side story, six months after I got Domino, I took in a rescue kitty that was black with white spots. I named him Ditto since he, too, was black and white. The strange thing about Ditto is that he is Domino's guide. He slides up to Domino to make sure he doesn't bump into things. I've also seen Ditto trying to get Domino to play, something I've been working on for two years.
Needless to say...I love my Domino. He has his own website: throughtheeyesofablinddog.tumblr.com But, I'm a hardworking teacher, so his website isn't updated as often as I like.