So, when Ken asked if we'd like to adopt a second deaf pit bull, we asked, "Where do we sign?"
That was in October of 2013.
When Sebastian crossed the Industrial Canal and came to our home in the Upper Ninth Ward, he was still a little sick, a little underweight, and very shy. But he was also playful and extremely energetic. That was great in some ways, but when it came to making him stop long enough to understand sign language, it was challenging at times. Honestly, it still is. (Though Peter seems to have more luck on that front that John and I do.)
At about two-and-a-half years old, Sebastian still has plenty of puppy left in him. He's still rambunctious. Like many abandoned dogs, he's still territorial and possessive of his food. And it's safe to say, if our furniture could talk, it would have a litany of complaints.
But Sebastian is loved, and he gives plenty of love in return. He's jealous, sure, but he's safe, and he's comfortable, and so far as we can tell, he's happy. And that makes us happy.