Most people assume that if you’re allergic to something, you avoid it at all costs. But not me. Nope. I am living proof that you can be wildly allergic to dogs… and still choose to spend your entire life surrounded by them.
The truth? I’ve been a dog person since the moment I could crawl. The wagging tails, the goofy smiles, the unconditional love—they’ve always been worth a little sneezing. Or, in my case, a lot of sneezing.
When I first met Bruno, my four-legged partner-in-crime, I knew I was in trouble. Not because he was big, drooly, and immediately tried to lick my face, but because I felt my eyes start to water before I’d even finished saying hello. Still, I brought him home. And yes, within the first hour, I was sneezing so much my neighbors probably thought I’d caught the world’s worst cold.
Friends shake their heads and say, “You’re crazy. You’re allergic!” But here’s the thing—Bruno isn’t just a dog. He’s the first face I see in the morning, the reason I take long walks instead of staring at my phone, and the one creature who thinks my singing is Grammy-worthy.
Sure, I’ve invested in more air purifiers than I’d like to admit. I keep tissues in every room, and antihistamines have become a daily ritual. But every time Bruno rests his big, blocky head on my lap and looks up at me with those “you’re my whole world” eyes… well, I forget about the itchy nose and the puffy eyes.
Because life without dogs? Not an option. Allergies or not, I’d choose Bruno—and every sneeze that comes with him—over a life without fur, love, and wet nose kisses.
So yes… I’m allergic to dogs. And no, I’m not giving them up. In fact, I’m probably already planning to adopt another one. Somebody pass me a tissue.
