Anyone who knows me knows several things. Firstly, I am allergic to everything - specifically 49 out of 50 things they test you for at the Oklahoma Allergy Clinic. Secondly, it is not unusual for me to sneeze anywhere from 5 to 15 times in a row. Please do not "bless-you" until all the sneezes have concluded, thank you. Thirdly, around once a week I let some crazy nurse shoot said 49 allergens into my arms in an attempt to stick it to all the dust bunnies in my house.
This week I paid my allergist a visit, and other than some awesome new antihistamine prescriptions, I also received a slight scolding for having - gasp - a dog living in my house. Apparently I am allergic.
On the drive home I started thinking about this. Yes, I suppose Scout does make me wheezy when she's overdue for a bath or has been romping at the dog park and is covered in God knows what, but I get far too much joy from my little Heinz 57 dog to ever imagine giving her the boot over a sneeze here and there.
And when you come home to your crooked-eared dog and her other master wearing matching sweatshirts, it becomes clear that it's all worth it.