my poor little dog he coudnt here a thing
he was very deaf all heard was ring
but if you threw a stick he could plainly see
he would pick it up and bring it back to me
i couldnt call his name it would be no good
it would be like talking to a piece of wood
i took him to the vet to ask him for advice
he was very pleasent and also very nice
to my little dog he seemed to take a shine
then he moved his fingers and began to make a sign
my doggy seemed to know what he had to say
just by making signs he could hear me everyday.
now i can spell his name and he can come to me
just by making signs that he can plainly see
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
my poor little dog he coudnt here a thing
he was very deaf all heard was ring
but if you threw a stick he could plainly see
he would pick it up and bring it back to me
i couldnt call his name it would be no good
it would be like talking to a piece of wood
i took him to the vet to ask him for advice
he was very pleasent and also very nice
to my little dog he seemed to take a shine
then he moved his fingers and began to make a sign
my doggy seemed to know what he had to say
just by making signs he could hear me everyday.
now i can spell his name and he can come to me
just by making signs that he can plainly see
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