I knew nothing about having a deaf and blind dog. I didn't know how to train her, 'talk' to her or even if I was going to be good enough to master anything required to make her happy. But we got there.
We made many mistakes, there are things now that I do very differently because of what Teija and I learnt and things that I wouldn't change because they were things we so got right.
When I lost her we got Kashi. He was his dads dog and I didn't feature anywhere in his life (and still don't if he has his way).
Then Soli came in like a whirlwind and turned the gang on it's heals. Another double merle but a sheltie, born deaf and with vision problems but that, as it turned out was only the tip of the iceberg. In his short little life he stole our hearts so completely that I never thought there would be another dog that I would love so much.
Maize came in our lives and is adored by hubbie but she didn't hit that special spot in me that is hidden away and only reached by a very select few.
When I saw the first photo of Biscuit I knew I was wrong about not being able to let another dog totally into my heart again. I also knew she was meant to be mine.
She arrived just three days ago, but she slotted into the misfits gang as if she has always been here, as if it was preordained to be her place in life, and she is already lodged so deep in my psyche that it makes me melt just to look at her.
Post script ...
End of slushy stuff ... she also a feisty, self-opinionated, brat with a huge personality, which to be honest makes me love her even more. :)