Being the proud and loving owner of a lethal white rescue myself (picture left), this video is even more special to me. If you are not familiar with the term “lethal white,” they are dogs born from a merle-to-merle breeding which are typically deaf and/or blind. Commonly found in Australian Shepherds. For more specific details, pictures, and wonderful stories, please visit Amazing Aussies website.
I would like to emphasize… my Lethal White is the BEST thing that has ever happened to me. It was actually very easy teaching him hand signals and touch commands. Much easier than I ever imagined. In fact, easier than training my Huskies I used to have… (I am sure a Husky owner knows exactly what I’m talking about here…)
So, please watch, enjoy, and consider adopting a lethal white. You will not regret it.
My two beautiful children (animated gif below). Rescued together from a shelter (see “About Me & My Dogs” in the top menu). He was about 3-4 months old, her age unsure – estimating around 4 yrs old at the time of adoption in 2007.
I, very affectionately, call the son “Dork”… because he’s a dork. Very happy-go-lucky. Born completely deaf, and blind in his left eye, he will occasionally run into something, then give it a look as in “whatever” and go on his merry way.
Sadly, though, I have come to realize by his actions that he is now starting to lose vision in his one good eye. This is not abnormal for “lethal whites” with his eye defects. It appears as though he is now seeing shadows in the upper part of his field of vision as he is constantly looking up and flinching, both inside and outside. At first I thought a branch may have hit him, or a bird attacked him, as he was only doing this outside. But now the frequency and reaction has grown, and he is behaving this way inside. Just the other day, he stood up on his hind legs with his forepaws on the wall (as though he was trying to climb the wall), looking up and attempting to reach whatever he was seeing up at the ceiling. He now displays fear when going outside and rarely goes beyond five feet from the back of the house – unless I am with him. He has changed his toilet area from the very back of the yard, to a spot off to the corner of the house – out of the way – but within a close proximity to the house itself. When inside, he rarely leaves my side now. He usually likes to lay on the cool linoleum floor in the kitchen, but now crawls under my legs under the desk.
For the first time in his life, he feels fear. And it is breaking my heart I cannot explain to him what is occurring.