More stories of Jetta:
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One night I put some leftovers in the Microwave to heat up for a snack during TV.. While watching TV, Jetta alerted me & went to the kitchen, then stood there because the sound had stopped. A few seconds later he alerted me, led me to the kitchen and again stopped. I asked Randy if he could hear anything, we soon figured it out that it was the microwave beeping! Jetta was trained to a kitchen timer, but never figured he needed training to the microwave 'cuz when it goes off, it stops cooking, no loss there. The dog trained himself to the microwave beeper
My favorite story was when I was 9 months pregnant and I told Randy I wanted a lottery ticket. He pulled into a convenience store and I waddle in with Jetta. We were met with angry protests from the Asian clerk "No dog, out! Out!" "But he's allowed by law to be here" "No! Out! Get out!" Waving his arms furiously. Randy saw the commotion and walks in. He's wearing sweatshorts, a Harley T-shirt, bandana & mirrored sunglasses (not to mention he's a big guy). "What's going on?" He asks me. "He wants us out", I reply. He turned to the cashier and in a gruff voice "the lady wants a lottery ticket" "Okokok" the cashier quickly rings some up for me.
Of course there were the ignorant (I'm being polite here) people. There's been people who've asked why I was bringing a deaf dog in "No, I'm the Deaf one"; been asked if the dog was gonna interpret for me; been talked at when the dog was obviously present & when I notice "were you talking to me? I'm Deaf, that's why the dog....".
Years pass, my kids were 4 and 2, I decided to take them to the Mall. Two kids, a large stroller & a dog in uniform (I was not using a cane back then). We were strolling along when suddenly the leash jerked, Jetta had stopped following. I look back and see he's taking a dump right there in the Mall! I search frantically through my purse and the stroller for a bag, to no avail. I told my son, "run into that store there and ask for a bag please". I now was dividing my attention between watching my son, guarding the "pile", entertaining a cranky girl & keeping the dog in check (who was trying to crawl off under a bench, as far as his leash would let him). Soon comes along a group of giggly teen girls who are oblivious to my arms waving. "Hey!" I finally yell, pointing down. They shriek in horror and veer off. Then my son comes bounding along toting a bag that was as big as he was. I quickly clean up the mess and scurry off with the clan in tow.
Several months later we're attending Church. Our routine was that Randy takes our son to his class while I take our girl to the nursery and we meet in our seats. This particular Sunday we were running a bit late and the crowd had already gone in to be seated. I was alone walking down to "our" door, when the leash jerked me back. "Nonono not here!" I whispered horrified. I look up to see an acquaintance coming down the hall, she slipped into the kitchen area in one door, soon popped out the next door, handed me a bag "Good morning", she said without batting an eyelash or breaking pace. I cleaned up and quietly walked to my seat. Randy nudged me "What took so long?" "Jetta took a dump in the hall". After a long pause, "did you clean it up?" "Yes! I'm the only one with a dog, they'd know who it was" I glared.
It was determined by the trainers and the vet that Jetta had developed anxiety while out, so he was retired from working in public, but continued working at home.
He slowly went deaf himself & we ended up signing to him. The joke was "we need a hearing-ear cat for the hearing-ear dog". One night after putting the kids to bed I was walking back to the living room when I heard all this commotion. I walk in to see Randy & Jetta rolling around on the floor and both of them growling and snapping at each other. "What the Hell's going on!" I yell. Finally Randy wrestles a chicken drumstick out of the dog's mouth and growls "that's MINE!" I looked at Randy and said in my best sarcastic voice "You know if you're hungry...I could go make you something...." He glared at me "that's not the point! The point is I'm walking along and the damn dog snatches it out of my hand"
After months of developing dementia, having cancer "somewhere in his system", and seizures we had Jetta put to sleep at 14 years old.
Seven years later I still miss him....
Tracy,
"One finds limits by pushing them" ~ Herbert Simon
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One night I put some leftovers in the Microwave to heat up for a snack during TV.. While watching TV, Jetta alerted me & went to the kitchen, then stood there because the sound had stopped. A few seconds later he alerted me, led me to the kitchen and again stopped. I asked Randy if he could hear anything, we soon figured it out that it was the microwave beeping! Jetta was trained to a kitchen timer, but never figured he needed training to the microwave 'cuz when it goes off, it stops cooking, no loss there. The dog trained himself to the microwave beeper
My favorite story was when I was 9 months pregnant and I told Randy I wanted a lottery ticket. He pulled into a convenience store and I waddle in with Jetta. We were met with angry protests from the Asian clerk "No dog, out! Out!" "But he's allowed by law to be here" "No! Out! Get out!" Waving his arms furiously. Randy saw the commotion and walks in. He's wearing sweatshorts, a Harley T-shirt, bandana & mirrored sunglasses (not to mention he's a big guy). "What's going on?" He asks me. "He wants us out", I reply. He turned to the cashier and in a gruff voice "the lady wants a lottery ticket" "Okokok" the cashier quickly rings some up for me.
Of course there were the ignorant (I'm being polite here) people. There's been people who've asked why I was bringing a deaf dog in "No, I'm the Deaf one"; been asked if the dog was gonna interpret for me; been talked at when the dog was obviously present & when I notice "were you talking to me? I'm Deaf, that's why the dog....".
Years pass, my kids were 4 and 2, I decided to take them to the Mall. Two kids, a large stroller & a dog in uniform (I was not using a cane back then). We were strolling along when suddenly the leash jerked, Jetta had stopped following. I look back and see he's taking a dump right there in the Mall! I search frantically through my purse and the stroller for a bag, to no avail. I told my son, "run into that store there and ask for a bag please". I now was dividing my attention between watching my son, guarding the "pile", entertaining a cranky girl & keeping the dog in check (who was trying to crawl off under a bench, as far as his leash would let him). Soon comes along a group of giggly teen girls who are oblivious to my arms waving. "Hey!" I finally yell, pointing down. They shriek in horror and veer off. Then my son comes bounding along toting a bag that was as big as he was. I quickly clean up the mess and scurry off with the clan in tow.
Several months later we're attending Church. Our routine was that Randy takes our son to his class while I take our girl to the nursery and we meet in our seats. This particular Sunday we were running a bit late and the crowd had already gone in to be seated. I was alone walking down to "our" door, when the leash jerked me back. "Nonono not here!" I whispered horrified. I look up to see an acquaintance coming down the hall, she slipped into the kitchen area in one door, soon popped out the next door, handed me a bag "Good morning", she said without batting an eyelash or breaking pace. I cleaned up and quietly walked to my seat. Randy nudged me "What took so long?" "Jetta took a dump in the hall". After a long pause, "did you clean it up?" "Yes! I'm the only one with a dog, they'd know who it was" I glared.
It was determined by the trainers and the vet that Jetta had developed anxiety while out, so he was retired from working in public, but continued working at home.
He slowly went deaf himself & we ended up signing to him. The joke was "we need a hearing-ear cat for the hearing-ear dog". One night after putting the kids to bed I was walking back to the living room when I heard all this commotion. I walk in to see Randy & Jetta rolling around on the floor and both of them growling and snapping at each other. "What the Hell's going on!" I yell. Finally Randy wrestles a chicken drumstick out of the dog's mouth and growls "that's MINE!" I looked at Randy and said in my best sarcastic voice "You know if you're hungry...I could go make you something...." He glared at me "that's not the point! The point is I'm walking along and the damn dog snatches it out of my hand"
After months of developing dementia, having cancer "somewhere in his system", and seizures we had Jetta put to sleep at 14 years old.
Seven years later I still miss him....
Tracy,
"One finds limits by pushing them" ~ Herbert Simon
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