Diabolical Dog Allergies

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 As Logged By:

 Agent Chase

 

 Mommy has surprised me with a dog

Scaring Gobbles until he looks like a frog.

 A temporary stay still sounds too long.

Sniffle, sniffle, something's wrong!

 

My eyes won't stop tearing

 Is it allergies that I'm fearing?

Agent West!  Agent Rose!

Please, oh please, help my nose! 


"Woof!  Woof!  Woof!"
 
"Gobble, gobble!"
 
"WOOF!"
 
What is this that I hear?  A dog barking somewhere near?
 
Is this canine in the house?  Apparently, for my baby, Gobbles, is running about.  He's screeching and gobbling and running into the furniture.  
 
What, oh what, is going on? 

"Good morning, Chase.  Look!"  Mommy announces with excitement.  "We have a visitor."
 
I look where Mommy is pointing.  Twirling in circles and trying to catch her tail is a pup I've seen once before.
 
"Tootles is going to be staying with us for the whole weekend!  Isn't that great?"
 
Why?  My widening eyes seem to convey, prompting Mommy to say, "Daddy's boss, Daryll, has to be gone for a work trip and he's asked Daddy to watch his puppy.  What do you think?"
 
A whole weekend?  With a pup?  That's much too long.
 
I take a glance over to the corner.  There, my little Gobbles is squatting.  He's tensed his shoulders and squashed his face, so much so that he looks like a feathery toad.  I know that look.  One false move and there will be turkey feathers and turkey poop flying all about.
 
That would be funny to see...
 
I sneak a peek and see Mommy reading Daryll's three pages of directions.  I crawl over to the tennis ball lying on the floor and bop it hard, sending it far.
 
"Woof!  Woof!"
 
Tootles chases the tennis ball with haste, zooming right past the toad-like Gobbles.
 
"Gobble, gobble!" 

Up Gobbles jumps, flapping his feathery arms with haphazard might.  Feathers fly here, feathers fly there.  

"No, Gobbles!  Don't!"
 
Oh, Mommy, it's too late.
 
PLOP!
 
Right on the floor, Gobbles drops a big, big poopy.  Little Tootles, who's too busy chasing her tennis ball, zooms right toward it, but dodges just in time.  
 
So excited is this dog, that her fur is flying.  Along the wall and across the floor.  Doggy hair is everywhere.
 
"Achoo!"  
 
"Bless you, Chase," Mommy manages to say between cleaning turkey plops and calming an excited dog.
 
The next day, however, Mommy is still saying, "Bless you," as my sneezes keep coming and my eyes are watering, too.  
 
Sniffle, sniffle.  My nose keeps running.
 
Quick, I need a tissue.  What is going on?
 
"Uh oh," Daddy lifts his brows.  "I think someone has some allergies," he says and wipes my tender nose.
 
Mayday!  Mayday!  Calling Agent West and Agent Rose!
 
We have a diabolical calamity!  
 
Please, help me get rid of this runny nose!
 
 
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