my poor little dog he couldnt hear a thing
he was very deaf all heard was a ring
if you threw a stick he could plainly see
he would pick it up and bring it back to me
i couldnt call his name it would be no good
it would be like talking to a piece of wood
i took him to the vet to ask him for advice
he was very pleasent and also very nice
to my little dog he seemed to take a shine
then he moved his fingers and began to make a sign
my doggy seemed to know what he had to say
just by making signs he could hear me everyday.
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A lovely write Jim where communication is possible in more than one way. Well written
hi thanks for always lovely comments
means a lot jim
You are most welcome Jim
As a speech pathologist I love this, Jim!
thankyou for lovely comment glad you like poem
hope you ok jim x
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