My name is Davey!

Hello all you GSD lovers. My name is Davey and I’m a gorgeous cream and black 9 year old, 70 pound gentleman, with a crazy story to tell.

Before I begin, I need you to know, nothing makes me happier than being with my people; 24/7 human companionship is my dream! At first everyone thought I was just clingy, but I’ve been fooling you humans all these years, that is until my new foster family got wise to me.

When my foster parents took me in, I was a little confused at the whole “new family” thing. I was apprehensive which I think was mistaken for a lack of real-world experience. That’s when they started taking me to new places. Yippee for me, because I absolutely love riding in the car and going for walks. In fact, at my previous home, I was such a good boy, they allowed me to go hiking off leash. Field trips with my new family to Home Depot and other places where I could meet lots of humans was a ton of fun. They took me on walks around areas with loud street noises, and even observed me around fireworks to see how I reacted. Guess what, none of this phased me!

As I got more comfortable in the new foster situation, my playful side emerged! My foster parents had so much fun watching me empty the doggie toy box to find that perfect tug or plush toy. I would even put on a zoomie show for them every now and again. Side note - I act young for my age and can still keep up on long walks and hikes!

I came to my new home with ok manners. I’m so glad my fosters learned quickly how brilliant I am and that I’m treat motivated. We have been doing lots of training and am doing even better. As long as you have treats, I aim to please. Here is the list of what I know: "come", "sit", "down", "stay", "house", "walk", "heel", "car", "dinner", "take it" and "leave it". I am housebroken and will potty on command. I’m really happy they continue multiple mini-training sessions each day because to me, they are nothing more than play time, or shall I say, “treat time”.

So, what is so crazy about my story? My foster parents, who both work from home but on different levels of the house, noticed I would trek up and down the stairs several times a day to make sure both were still around. Somehow, they put 2 and 2 together and realized I seemed to be more dependent on the sight of them rather than the sound. My gig was up! GSRNC took me to Davis where the smarty pants vets figured out I was completely deaf, and probably had been since birth.

Since the diagnosis, my fosters are working with more visual cues than verbal ones, hand signals, etc. Generally, I am a very quiet dog. My humans used to say I startled easily which caused me to let out a quick bark. Now it makes sense to them why I thought people were deliberately trying to sneak up and scare me.

In my opinion, being deaf is really not a huge disability; remember, with my last family I was hiking off leash! I am a normal guy who enjoys being outside taking leisurely walks in the woods around my foster family's home where I can watch for and sniff all the interesting things. During the day, when I’m not exploring, you probably will find me sunning on the deck or playing solo with my toys with hopes of enticing someone to come over and join in my fun. I have great sight so will alarm bark if it’s warranted. At night, I like to spend evenings lying on the couch snuggled next to my people.

I have so much life to live and love to give. It is very important for me to be near my people at all times or I worry. Ideally, my new family will be home most of the time, love to snuggle and dote over me, be willing to continue working on my commands, and take me for walks and hikes. In return, I promise to love you with all my heart and soul.



Davey is a level 3 dog looking to share his golden years with a loving family