There are so many sad, awful animal stories that it’s nice to hear a happy one for a change.
I was running along Central Park’s west side when I saw a white pit bull happily rolling in the grass. You know I had to stop. First of all I can’t help being curious whether or not he or she’s a rescue, and secondly I just love pits. Wish more people felt the way I do but that’s another post entirely. I also love reporting back to my friend Jennifer who heads the United Action For Animals (U.A.A.) that I met a new adopted pup.
The owner was a robust, cheerful looking man in his early 60s with the nicest way about him. As I approached I asked if it was okay to pet his dog. Yes, he said warmly but naturally a little surprised. Pit owners are more often scorned than welcomed by those passing so my eagerness to make friends appeared to be a pleasant surprise.
As I bent down with an opened palm for the dog to sniff (always greet an animal that way so he knows you come in peace) she didn’t seem too interested.
The man, who I’ll call Joe, quietly stood in front of her and gave a sign that I was calling her. Turned out she was deaf, apparently not uncommon for an Albino dog which now explained Nina’s exotic coloring along with her placid indifference.
Apparently when Nina was 2 months old a family with kids in this man’s building bought her from a pet store. When they brought her home they couldn’t understand why she was so hard to train. They were actually hitting her with a rolled up newspaper to get her off the sofa. Seemed it was the only language the poor puppy could comprehend. (Oh would I like to…)
Joe heard about the problems the family was having and that they were all set to bring her back to the store.
Well as he told me while Nina looked on, “I didn’t want a dog but I took one look at her and thought, they can’t bring her back. She’s so beautiful and how can they hit her with anything, let alone a paper?” (A hero this man was.)
He agreed to take her until another home could be found. Well in moments Joe, who clearly is a lot more sensitive than the original owners, saw that Nina didn’t respond to his voice. Unless he was standing directly in front of her she simply ignored him.
He went online to do some serious Googling and found out that she showed all the signs of her breed’s more common than not deafness.
He showed me how they speak to each other and it really warmed my heart.
When I asked him what made him keep her he said without missing a beat, ‘Why we fell in love, that’s why.”
I thanked him for telling me their story, hugged Nina’s soft, white fur and went on my way.
What Joe and Nina didn’t know was that I was crying, happy tears of course;
happy because every once in a while you hear a good animal story…