The Truth about Cats and Dogs...and My Daughter

When we went to New York last fall, we went to FAO Schwarz and the Toys R Us in Times Square.  They are the best toy stores in the world....a dream for a little girl.  They have every Barbie and Princess you could possibly imagine.  They have dolls you would dream your whole entire childhood life about.  I was so excited for Jesse.  I couldn't wait to see what she chose to take home.

Everything caught her eye.  She started grabbing just about everything in the beginning.  But then, she saw something different.  There was a display.  You could hear him from a distance.  It sounded like barking.  What is that?

We went closer.

And there he was.  He was getting so much attention.  He is battery operated and barks and low and behold...

moves to all four legs and eventually does a flip all on his own.  He's a cute little thing.  She had to have him.

She has said this about every stuffed or toy dog we have ever seen.

She has loved him.  I took these pictures last weekend.  She took him with us last Sunday morning to practice baseball with Jonah.

It's remarkable actually.

And then came Luke.  He was a dream come true for all of us.  He was everything we could ask for.  He's protective and loyal and smart and loving.  He does not do flips...yet.

He has funny ears.  They were floppy at first, but now he is getting better at holding them up.  We do a cheer when we see him point them both towards the sky.

So far, he's been absolutely perfect.

He even gets along really well with our neighbor's pet.

Meet Lucky.

Luke and Lucky have touched noses, and I hope to eventually show you the proof.  I'm amazed at how well they get along.  Jesse loves Lucky too.

So, I think I have covered my bases.

Jesse loves dogs.

We got a dog.

Jesse loves cats too.

There's just this one thing...

After a series of back pricks last week and 12 shots on Monday, we have realized this.

Our sweet (sometimes sweet anyway) Jesse girl is...allergic to dogs, cats, mice, dust, red oak and ragweed.  You heard that right.  Allergic.  Don't faint Grandmommy.

The most surprising being dogs.

I don't know the answers.  It's not severe at all.  It's a concern.  We will take steps to minimize the effects.

I just can't let him go right now.  She loves him.  I have no plans to let him go...right now.  We'll see how it goes.

It's sort of like ice cream for me.  I'm not supposed to eat it.  But...what's life with no ice cream?  I just deal with it and go through Dairy Queen from time to time anyway.  I just think it is worth it.  Oh goodness.  I have a serious, serious weakness for Butterfinger Blizzards.  But anyway, I have a point, I think.

The doc said not to panic.  Not to do anything drastic.  That sounds like good advice that I plan on taking.  (That's about the only smart thing the doc said.)

Oh Jesse girl.  I'm sorry about this.  I hope it is something you grow out of.  You know what is so funny?  After your shots, I went to work and Daddy took you to Target for a prize.  You got two puppies in a purse.  You have just about every pet in a purse that Target sells.

We will have to freeze them to kill the dust mites in them.  That's what the doc said.  She actually told me to freeze your stuffed animals.

I'm going to have to buy footy, flannel pajamas for you and your icy, furry friends.

Good grief.  I love you my sweet allergic, dog loving angel.