This is my backyard. Look closely. At the dogs, not the bare spots in the grass.
Farley came from the Humane Society of Missouri. He's been waiting there a couple of months, but no one has adopted him, so they asked some area rescues if anyone could help. I see e-mails like that every day, and each time I sadly click the delete key, knowing that I have no more room. But I just had to make room for this guy. You see, he's deaf. And I got into rescue specifically wanting to save deaf dogs.