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Nose to Nose and Ears to Help Hear

Nose to Nose and Ears to Help Hear? 

What the heck does that mean?

Let me explain. (By the way, we sometimes refer to our dogs as W & C)

My oldest dog, Winston, is deaf. Like, can’t hear a damn thing, deaf. Over the years, he’s let Churchill, our youngest, be his ears. When C barks at a noise, paces back and forth, Winston follows him closely to see what’s up. It’s pretty darn cute to watch.

Of course, Churchill has no clue Winston can’t hear. Hence him giving Winston a subtle growl when W gets too close while he’s eating. If only C knew Winston is completely clueless to the warning.  Winston barges in on the dinner bowl like he’s king of the world… and Churchill continues to try to be a hotshot with his guttural growls. Again, pretty darn cute to watch.

Since Winston has gone deaf, he does two things louder–bark and snore.

I assume he barks louder because he can’t hear himself bark. Who knows. I’m just guessing. He also barks more, but at his age, him barking and being active is a blessing, so I try to ignore it.

Now, his snoring, I can’t ignore it. I have to try to sleep through it. For those who are friends with me on Facebook,  I’ve posted some videos that kinda-sorta give a sense of what I’m talking about, but here lately, his snores have only gotten louder and squeakier. Yeah, it can be funny, but there are times when it can be a little scary. Since he doesn’t get disrupted by sound, he sleeps super hard and deep, and his breathing can become fast and erratic with dreams and snores. My (dog) mommy ears kick in, I wake up, and then wake him up. Sometimes, it takes a few shakes, and kisses on the nose, before he comes out of it, and licks me. By the way, I’ve talked to his vet about this and she says it’s normal for deaf dogs and not to worry too much.

The rare moment when W starts breathing weird, and I don’t wake up (like this morning), Churchill wakes me, then literally gets on top of Winston, and puts his nose up to his brother’s nose. I have no doubt he’s trying to make sure W’s okay. There are times Churchill’s nose against Winston’s is enough to wake W and I’m not needed. What a great little brother.

 

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Churchill looking up to Winston.

I’ve been thinking about this all day.

We should all have a Churchill (or five) in our life. Someone to put their nose up to ours when we need to wake up or we’re acting (feeling) “off”. Heck, sometimes, we may need someone to be our ears, just like C is for W. Someone to guide us, help us, give us what we need most.

Over the last few years, I’ve learned who those people are for me–different personalities, different strengths, different things to give, different things to offer–just the way it should be.

I’m so very grateful for all my many Churchills. You listen to me. You listen for me. You cover me with love and attention when I need it the most. Thank you.

Who are your Churchills? Thank them. Love them. Let them know you appreciate them.

Until next time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Boys

Today I want to give a shout out to all the fur-babies who bring us so much joy and give us unconditional love.

My boys, Winston and Churchill, make me laugh out loud at least once a day. It’s either Winston who loves to bark until someone gives him the attention he wants or it’s Churchill prancing around, giving a show with his ability to throw and catch his toys all on his own–no need for human help. They both greet us with dances and barks each time we come in the door, even if we’ve only been gone fifteen minutes.

Not only do they make me laugh, but they warm my heart when I need it the most. Their ability to know when I’m not feeling good, sad, or just having an off day never seizes to amaze me. They snuggle up next to me at just the right moments, and make me smile, even when I don’t think it’s possible to do so.

WINSTON

WINSTON

Winston has been by my side for fourteen years and has gotten me through a lot of tough times and sat in the front seat of my car for many moves. But, no doubt, has made all the good times even better. Since he’s older, he doesn’t play all that much, but he sure can race to the door when it’s potty time, giving Churchill a little competition. He sleeps a lot, which includes a lot of snoring. He’s deaf, so communication has turned into doggie sign language, which he understands without issue. He gives sweet sugar, but without fail, always manages to get one lick up the nose. He loves the wind. He’ll stand in the same spot for as long as you let him with his nose in the air, feeling the wind run through his hair. The other thing that brings Winston pure joy and happiness–his daddy! His personality is full-on when Chris walks in the door. He won’t leave his side and whines when he’s not in the room. Winston doesn’t get his feelings hurt too easily. I can point at him for doing something I don’t like, and he’ll stop doing it, but won’t care at all that he got in trouble. He’s always care-free and in his own little world. Because of his age, and Cushing’s disease, he grunts, groans, and pants quite a bit, but still has a lot of feistiness left in him, which makes me happy to see.

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Churchill

We got Churchill right after we got married, so we’ve had him for almost eight years. He’s our show dog. His prance, no doubt, could win a competition. He flings out his paws and sways his backend with precision. He’s a competitive little boy–he has to be the first up the stairs, the first in the door, and the first to the treat bowl. But, strangely, he doesn’t like to be given the first treat. He likes for Winston to get his first, then he likes for me to throw his in the air so he can catch it. If I throw the first one at him, he’ll just stare at it as it hits the floor. The second one, he catches without fail. As I pointed out earlier, he’ll play and play and play and play without much assistance from anyone. He likes for us to throw the ball, but he’ll run around throwing it up in the air and catching it all on his own. Churchill is also our sensitive little boy. If I fuss at him, he’ll tuck his tail, go the bedroom, curl up on the bed, and pout. He shakes at any odd sound. Seriously, it could be a click or a beep on the TV or as strong as thunder–either one will make him shake like a leaf. His best role? He’s a good big brother. Winston uses him as his ears. If Churchill responds to a sound outside or to us asking them if it’s time to go potty, Winston is right at his side. He’s a sweet, sweet boy, who gives the best snuggles.

To sum it up. I love my boys with all my heart. I cherish the joy they bring to my life–the smiles, the laughs, and yes, the tears (when they’re sick and not feeling well). They are gifts who enrich my life.

“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” — Roger Caras

I think that quote works for any pet, not just dogs.

So, lets give our pets some extra lovin’ and maybe an extra treat or two today. Let’s whisper “thank you” in their little (or big) ears for bringing so much happiness to our lives.

Churchill looking up at Winston

Churchill looking up at Winston

Until next time…

Everyday meditation:

Love life. Be Kind. Be genuine. Eliminate the negative, false, and vain. Peace, love, and happiness to all. 

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