I forgot to tell you about the weird thing that happened at Pug Sunday: I met a dog whose smell I recognized. No biggie, right? I mean, we go to Pug Sunday all the time; I'm going to recognize some pug smells.
Well. It was weird because 1) this dog was not a pug and 2) I knew his smell, but I didn't know him. Don't ask me how this is possible because I don't know. His smell has a distinctive hint of green beans (?!?) so it's kinda hard to forget.
But when I asked the mystery dog where I could have smelled him before, he ignored me. I asked him a whole bunch of times but he just kept ignoring me. Like he was trying to keep it a secret or something.
It was kinda frustrating and I started to get a little mad at Mr. Green Beans. That's when my human intervened. She told me the dog's name is Tobee and the reason he wasn't answering my question is because he couldn't hear me asking it. She said Tobee is deaf and deaf means you can't hear questions. Or anything else.
I've met like a gazillion dogs, but I'd never met a deaf dog before. At least not that I know of. I mean, except for his weird green-beany scent, Tobee was just like any other dog. I had no clue he was any different and he didn't seem to know either.
Then I heard my human say lot of deaf puppies have to go to sleep because they can't hear. HUH? I mean, pretty much every dog I know has "selective" hearing. Deaf isn't really much different than that, right? Just more selective. I pretend not to hear things all the time, but no one would ever make me go to sleep because of it.
Anyway. Once I knew Tobee wasn't ignoring me, I stopped being mad at him and we had loads of fun. We shared a stick but he kicked my butt at keep-away. I never did find out how I knew his smell. And I have no idea how my human knows so much about Tobee.