Eldest has been on a campaign for us to get a cat for at least the last six months. Now, I'd be all about that. I love cats. But there's just one small problem with that plan.
Hubby is dreadfully allergic to cats.
Several years ago, I looked into the "less allergenic" cats - generally agreed to be the Siberian Forest Cat. So I dug into that research again and even found a cattery that would, for about $30, send a catted up blanket to rub all over the allergic person to see how they did. (I don't think you're actually meant to rub it on people, but point being, it's an exposure.)
We went back and forth on that. Hubby, as he's the one with the allergy and thus would be the guinea pig, was...not enthusiastic. In fact, he said, "Why don't we just get another dog?"
And well...I mean...he did suggest it.
So on Saturday, eldest and I drove out to Luray to gather up another miniature schnauzer pup. He's six months old. Seems to (so far, touch wood) be reasonably housebroken already. And just a delight. Sleepy Pup the elder is happy to play with him, but there are some pecking order issues that will need working out over the next several days. In all, though? It's been a pretty easy addition.
And really, isn't two dogs better than just one? I think so.
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