September 18, 2007 · Uncategorized

Just before my husband moved to New Orleans last fall, he bought me a dog from the animal shelter. “Boston”, as he lovingly became known as, is a pit bull/lab/rhodesian ridgeback (without his ridge). I was living by myself in Austin for that semester. I didn’t have a flashing fire alarm like I should have and so he became my ears. If there was ever anything that I thought I heard, I would look to him and watch his movement – particularly the twitching of his ears. I always felt a little silly, but it really did make me feel better about a lot of things. Boston has not been trained to be a hearing dog, but the very fact that he’s a dog and can hear things I cannot, made me feel safer living in that apartment alone.
Those ears saved our lives. Within the first month of moving to [...]


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