All of our dogs
in the past had been “outdoor” dogs. We
would go outside to play with them, and they would occasionally come
inside. But mostly, our dogs just lived
in the back yard.
We did not allow dogs to live in the house with us because
of my allergies. I had always been
allergic to cats. Runny nose, itchy
eyes, asthma, rash, the whole deal.
But dogs and I always got along when I was a kid.
Something changed when I hit young adulthood. All of a sudden, I discovered that I was
allergic to dogs. I’d get the runny nose
and asthma, the itchy eyes and rash.
So the rule was, we could have a dog, but the dog lived in
the backyard.
Our sons grew up and moved
off to college and started their lives as adults.
Son2 adopted a
puppy, Java, to keep him company in his apartment while he was in
school. Java was a sweet miniature
short-haired red dachshund.
Son2 had done his research.
He had read that dachshunds are relatively easy to keep and don’t often
cause allergies. Java lived in the
apartment with Son2, and even slept with him.
Of course, young men lead active lives. And sometimes, Son2 needed to go out of town
for brief trips. He asked if we would
mind dog-sitting Java. Well, he was my
son, and she was an awfully sweet dog.
I figured I could keep my asthma inhaler nearby and make
sure I took my antihistamines. So, we
said yes. Java came into our house and
made herself at home. She sat in my lap
and watched television with us, and was pretty tolerant of our ways.
It finally occurred to me that I had been holding this dog,
and nothing bad was happening. No
coughing. No wheezing. No itchy eyes. No rash. No runny nose!
The next experiment was to allow Java into the bed with
us. No problem! Son2 had found a breed of dog that could live
in the house with us!
Son2 eventually decided to bring another dog into his life. Java needed a companion while Son2 was gone. And so, he adopted Gui.
We had the pleasure of dog sitting two dogs, now. And this proved to be a fun experience for us.
When Katie died, our house was empty. Sure, Wife and I had each other, and Katie
lived outside, but something was missing.
So, we went looking for a dachshund!
I started reading the advertisements in the newspaper. I had a mission: To find our next dog. I wanted a dog as sweet, loving, and allergen free as Java and Gui.
I responded to a newspaper advertisement in the classified
section of the newspaper. We were told
that the woman had three miniature dachshund puppies. We could come and look at them in a few days.
No, we couldn’t come to her house. She lived in a gated community and they did
not allow her to sell the puppies from her home.
No, we wouldn’t be able to see the parents of the
puppies. The woman was a friend of the
breeder. The breeder lived in
Dallas. The woman was a dog handler who
took dogs to dog shows, but was selling these puppies as a favor to the
breeder.
We arranged to meet the woman and the puppies in the parking
lot behind a tobacco and pipe store in a few days.
And so, now we have to wait to meet our next family member …
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