Skin has been pricked, and you're to blame. You give dogs a bad name (a bad name).
1) The huge welt that the DOG allergen left on my forearm during my skin prick tests.
Reason to Disregard:Even doctors make mistakes. Probably she mixed a couple of them up and I'm really allergic to cockroaches. I mean, after the pricks both of my arms were completed covered with mounds and mounds of volcano-like...um, mounds. I'm thinking that the cockroach welt must have spilled over into the designated dog area.
Reason to Disregard:Mere coincidence. Obviously if I've always had dogs, I can't be allergic to them. It's the fucking trees. And grass. And mold. Fuck you, nature. The End.
I've always had dogs, and I will continue to have dogs. Alex brings me more joy than just about anything, and even if I were allergic to him (which I am not), it is completely and utterly worth it. And someday I'll have more space and money and then I'll have ten dogs, and they'll all sleep on our bed.
"Ha ha ha!" I'll wheeze victoriously, as I sneeze and gasp and leave a slimy snot trail on the way to the bathroom.
Stinky, wet, and completely in his element
during this weekend's hike.
Upside-down vampire teeth.
I finally got Alex on video doing his "commando" move, where he crawls on his belly, dragging his Kermit legs behind him. I'm thinking he's a little strange.
But still completely worth it.
(sorry, the video is really dark. Windowless hallway.)
Going Commando from Liz on Vimeo
Labels: Dog is Love