Dog Days of Summer

No. These are not our dogs. Jack is dog-sitting this week for two separate families in our neighborhood.

Unfortunately, I am extremely allergic to both dogs and cats; and being around them triggers asthma attacks, hives and itchy, red eyes. That's why we don't have a dog. Jack seems to have inherited it as well, but his reactions aren't as severe so he tolerates his allergies better than me.

But it's weeks like this one that make me reconsider getting a dog.


My mother used to always say..."Jack needs a dog. Can't you get one of those hypoallergenic ones??" But it seems, even spending a few minutes with them causes a reaction. So, no dog.

Jack has felt very sorry for the whimpers of his lonely canine charges this week and so he's taken to getting them together for play dates on our back porch.


And he must walk them three or four times a day, just for fun.


But this little Benji-dog named Biscuit has completely stolen his heart. She has decided that he his her new man. She listens to every command he gives her, follows him everywhere, and gives him her full, undivided attention when he speaks. And Biscuit has even re-defined herself as a lap dog this week to prove her love for him.


So he's taken to sitting out on the porch with her for most of the day, reading his book. Biscuit can't get close enough and Jack has fallen in love.


"Can we please get a dog Mom? Please???"

**sigh**