Poor Chooch. As soon as the flowers start blooming and the breeze carries that invisible wave of pollen, it’s game over. Every year, like clockwork, allergy season rolls in—and it hits Chooch hard. His usual happy-go-lucky self transforms into a sneezing, scratching, sniffling little fluffball. You’d think this guy just ran a marathon with how much he huffs and puffs after just a short walk in the grass.
It starts with the sniffles. His nose wiggles non-stop, and he gives those dramatic, full-body sneezes that echo through the house. Then come the itchy eyes—he’ll rub his face into the carpet or his favorite blanket, trying to make the discomfort go away. And don’t get me started on the scratching. We’ve had to hide the rugs because Chooch will turn them into his personal back scratchers.
He tries to play it cool though. Even when he’s suffering, he’ll still come up to us with his tail wagging, wanting to be close, needing that extra bit of comfort. A frozen treat, a cool compress, and lots of love are part of his survival kit. Sometimes we put a little bandana on him with a dab of coconut oil, just so he feels fresh. He looks like he’s going to Coachella but in reality, he’s just battling the pollen apocalypse.
Despite it all, he still powers through, giving his best effort to chase a butterfly or bark at the neighbor’s cat. But you can tell—it’s rough out here for our guy. We’ve spoken with the vet, of course, and he’s got his antihistamines, but nothing beats the cuddles and constant head kisses from his humans.
So yeah… it’s officially allergy szn for Chooch 😫. If anyone needs us, we’ll be inside with the windows shut, the air purifier on full blast, and Chooch snuggled up like a burrito, waiting for the pollen count to go back down. Hang in there, buddy.
