White Dog completed her afternoon rounds of tending the new rose bushes with Steve. She had a photo of another bush beginning to flower. She sat in front of Roman and I as Steve displayed the bloom.
Roman and I admired the color and form...and then he began to sneeze...and could not stop. As he left the room to get a drink in the kitchen White Dog began to sneeze. "Come on, guys, a picture of a flower should not bring on sneezies," I teased and picked WD up in my arms.
And I sneezed.
I looked at her furs and she was dusted in pollen. "Where were you," I asked, "This is not rose pollen." Then I sneezed again; this time in tandem with BOTH Roman and White Dog. I looked at Steve. "She walked along the wall while I moved the hose," he said.
"Little White Dog of My Heart, it is bathtime. First, let's vacuum. Then benedryl for you and Roman. Whatever you walked through will have us ALL reacting in no time."
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