The pine pollen was as thick as a light dusting of snow on Jilda's car this afternoon. If you stood still you could see it in the air. The doctor gave us some kind of nasal steroids to keep the allergies down to a manageable amount of sneezing. So far I'm doing fine.
We went out of town this evening and we had to leave Ol' Buddy, our little mutt dog at home on the couch. He was mad as a hornet. I'm sure he'll find a creative way to show his displeasure. Often times it's something out of the dirty clothes but we had them all washed up before we left. We also emptied both the waste baskets in our bathrooms. He loves to shred paper. He has not demolished a plant yet but I figure it's only a matter of time.
He's a great dog most of the time, but he has fear of separation syndrome and let's us know he is not happy when we leave him over night.
I wish more places allowed pets. Grandpappy, one of my blogger friends, said that they don't travel as much as they would like because they have two dogs that they prefer not to leave at home. I'd be willing to bet there are a lot of us out here that feel the same way.
I'll stop on the way home tomorrow and get him one of those giant Slim Jim's and try to make it up to him. He will sulk and act uninterested, but he will eat the Slim Jim. After he makes us suffer for a sufficient amount of time, he will be his old lovable self again. I miss that little rascal.