Marti, Marti, Marti (there’s only one of him but I like that dramatic effect). Marti is our newest foster kid that M.A.I.N. saved and you will not believe what he has going on. He’s roughly a year old and has so many obstacles to work with yet he can’t actually do obstacles because of some of his obstacles. Make sense? Alright, I’ll explain.
One thing Marti has going on is that he’s deaf. Originally I thought he had “male selective hearing.” Marc has suffered from that since we got married in 1987. It’s weird that it didn’t start until after “I do.” My son has also been suffering from it since he turned about 5 or so; he’s now 27. Needless to say, I’m quite good at getting my point across when the selectivity occurs. For them, screaming just a bit of profanity works really well to jolt them out of whatever bubble they’re in mentally. With Marti, not so much. He isn’t selective; he’s deaf. We know this for certain because M.A.I.N. had his Vet do hearing tests (yes there is a hearing test for dog. Crazy right?). Here’s a little plug for the Vets at Bethany Animal Hospital in Phoenix, AZ who are simply amazing!
We have figured out though, that if Marti is completely alert he can feel floor vibration and hears certain sounds, depending on the decibels. Sometimes he’ll get scared if there’s a loud noise such as when Marc sneezes (so freakin’ loud). I believe the deafness is also why he has such a cute sing-y type voice. Yes, sing-y is now a word because I used it in a sentence; feel free to do the same. I read that deafness can cause an altered voice because the tones can’t be heard and monitored for sound. So Marti has adjusted the same way a human would. Don’t you love when I go all educational on you? You’re welcome.
We knew we needed to be able to communicate with Marti, so Marc and I started creating our very own sign language. Now, something you need to know here is that neither of us knows anything about sign language. Well, other than flipping someone the “bird.” I definitely know how to do that and I’m pretty good at it. So, let’s just say we don’t know actual sign language and that little fact got me thinking. What if we’re out somewhere and we use our version of sign language for sit or stay or whatever but it actually means kiss my ass? Seriously. If someone around us knows sign language they could really get offended. For me, I would feel bad at first but then my immaturity would set in and I’d have tears from laughing. So, just to be safe, we ordered a signing for dog’s book. Yes they exist. Now we’re all trying to learn, but let me tell you, it’s a SLOW process.
You are not going to believe what else Marti has going on. No really, pay close attention, you won’t want to miss this. Marti’s hips (plural), shoulders (plural), knees (plural), and elbows (yup, plural) are luxated which is a fancy word for dislocated. Yes, you read that correctly. Below is one of his x-rays…it’s craziness.His joints are not in the sockets and yet, he’s not in pain. I know that’s hard to believe but it’s true. Best guess? He was born this way. To sum it up, Marti is what I call a congenital train wreck! Of course I don’t tell him that; I mean…even if I wanted to right?
I tell Marti he’s a Super Hero because he amazes me with his power to plow on through life. He’s so damn resilient and funny. When he runs, he looks like a rabbit because he kind of hops and with his wobbly legs his butt wanders left and right. When his legs collapse on him he falls but he just gets up and keeps on going. He can’t jump which of course means no getting on the furniture or in a lap unless he has assistance so Marc made him his own ramp to get up on and down from the sofa and he actually uses it! He also can’t use stairs but thankfully we don’t have any. You know, when I think of all that Marti has going on, I feel like he’s a mix of Bambi, the Energizer Bunny, and Iron Man; he’s a bit unsteady on his legs, nothing slows him down, and he’s a real bad ass. Something I forgot to mention is that Marti’s sight isn’t all that great either. What that means is he’ll randomly go bat-shit-crazy at one of the dogs or the picture of my kids or the TV or everything. Try sitting next to that while being absorbed in a book or TV show. Uh yea! It’s an underwear soiling waiting to happen (trust me).
I know I’ve focused on things Marti has going on and his quirkiness but I hope it goes without saying that he is great. He’s so funny. He’s got a great personality. He obviously adapts well. He loves his friends (most of them anyway). He is unique; and, he just wants to play and be loved. I can’t wait to meet the family that he chooses to adopt. You cannot ask for a better guy to enter your world . Please don’t tell Marc or our boys that I said that but, who wouldn’t want a Super Hero in their life?