It has been a long, tiring day and I still have lots to do before I call it a day. So, this will be one of my more rushed efforts. I’m behind with the comments again, too, but I’ll get caught up on those tomorrow, if possible. As always, many thanks to all who drop by, and to those who leave a calling card in the comments.
Long story short, Chico arrived this morning, as expected, and all went really well for the first little while. Then it all changed in a hurry, and the upshot is that the people from the rescue agency had to come and pick him up tonight. It broke all of our hearts to let him go, but there was no other alternative, given the circumstances.
Alex has never, ever shown even the slightest sign of being allergic to dogs her whole life, and she has had her face planted in the fur of many. But, of course, the minute she decides to get a much needed companion for herself, a severe allergy rears its ugly head. There was a hint of it the other night with one of the pugs, but nothing at all with Chico, and he was all over her for an extended period of time. Boston terriers have super short coats and aren’t big shedders, so being allergic to them is pretty unusual. But allergic she is, to the point where she’d have to be medicated every day if she wanted to keep him. That’s no way to live, so the only option was to let him go before real bonding took place on either side.
Damn and blast. Yet again the dear girl just wanted to do something “normal” and it blew up in her face. Obviously the CFS and Fibro have made her more allergic to various things, which is pretty much the norm, but it would be nice if just one thing could go her way, for a change. I’ve shaken my fist at the gods so many times on her behalf over the past several years, and it looks like I’m not done yet. That’s just the mom in me, though, and I’m sure that all of you parents would be the same way. She’s really fortunate compared to so many with these ailments, as am I, but it still makes me angry when yet another thing goes wrong. I can see why so many young people in the same boat quit fighting for any sense of normality in their lives. So far she hasn’t, thankfully, but I can see why many do.
I’ll just leave it there for now, as I don’t want this to dissolve into a pity party. I’m not that kind of person at all, and neither is Alex, but we’re not immune to disappointment. It will all look better tomorrow. Doesn’t it always?
Now it’s back to thoroughly cleaning every surface in the house that Chico might have touched. Ho hum.