Peace in the family

While I was volunteering at Gulf Coast today, I met a white miniature poodle named Prada. I messaged Dad about her, and after answering a few questions, Dad and the rest of the family (including Freddie) came over for a Meet-&-Greet. :o Everybody got along really well, and then we got home. Anyway, Mom came into my room crying, telling me she's allergic to Prada.

Mom: *dabbing her eyes with a Kleenix* I'm so sorry...
Me: *hugging her* It's okay, Mom. Thank you for giving her a chance. It means so much to me.
Mom: I'm too allergic to her. My hands are itching, I'm getting hives, I never touched my face but my eyes are watering...
Me: Even if you weren't allergic to her, we'd never be able to clean the house on time. Don't worry about it, I'm glad you decided to give it a shot, even if it didn't turn out well.
Mom: I didn't want to get too attached then be forced to give her up. I hope you get another chinchilla. And we've got to order you cake and make preparations...

So it looks like we're a Bichon-only household, nom. Mom's currently trying to find the names of the breeders we got Freddie from, and Dad and I told her we found purebred Bichons up for adoption in San Antonio. (Dad: "I think I like Bichons better anyway.") I'm glad it ended well, even if we didn't bring a doggie home. Probably for the best for all of us, including Prada.

Freddie got so excited while visiting Gulf Coast. Trust me Freddie, you don't want to stay in a shelter. :P