Recently, we as a family decided that we are ready to get a dog. We researched breeds, bought all the necessary training tools, toys, food, treats a crate and a bed.
We decided on the Hungarian Vizsla. They are a very loving and active breed that are supposed to be really good for active families. We picked out the puppy from an awesome breeder and anxiously awaited the day he could come home with us.
Saturday, my husband and I went and picked up the pooch. We brought him home, much to delight of our four children, to whom he took to right away. We had been discussing names over the past couple weeks and had narrowed our list down to five possibilities: Ares, Hermes, Zeus, Midas or Linus.
Ares was the name we chose. It was my personal favorite because of the nobility of the breed and the coloring of the dog.
I’ve never owned a Vizsla before, so I was unprepared for the amount of love HE would show towards us. Vizsla’s are very touchy and clingy, they’re nicknamed Velcro Dogs for that reason. He constantly wants to be held or played with. He loves nothing more than to nap in my lap and nibble on my chin. He’s super sweet and adorable. It seemed we picked the perfect pup.
Of course, having a new puppy in the house isn’t without its challenges. Trying to teach Ares not to poop or pee on the floor, for one thing. Thankfully, our main floor is all laminate wood, so we have no carpets or rugs to worry about, but it’s still trying to keep an eye on the doggy when he’s sniffing around for a likely spot to evacuate his bowels.
What amazed me was how quickly he picked up on the potty training. We’ve only had him for 3 days now, but he’s getting the hang of it so quickly. I can tell he’s eager to learn and please his masters.
Another difficulty comes with the nighttime potty schedule. I’ve slept on the couch for the last two nights to be close to the dog, to give him comfort and to keep his whines to a minimum so my children can sleep. Of course, I got perhaps two hours of sleep total last night, which is hard for someone with Fibromyalgia. Less sleep always = more pain.
The crux of the whole situation comes from the sad fact that I’ve suddenly been exhibiting signs of allergies. Our last dog was a sweet little Yorkie (which are supposedly hypoallergenic), and I never had an allergy problem with him. However, last night as I was lying on the couch, my nose started getting stuffy, and my chest tightened.
Throughout the day, my eyes have been progressively itchier, my nose runny, my chest wheezy, and even my skin is super itchy and I’m starting to break out in hives.
Especially since my children have fallen so completely in love with this little dog. He really is an amazing and smart poochy. When I mentioned the possibility that we might have to return him to his breeder, they all broke down crying. Talk about a massive guilt trip right there. And since my children don’t really understand how allergies work with animal dander, they began making all sorts of suggestions on how to remedy the situation without having to resort to a dogless home.
And here I sit, writing this post, wracked with sadness and guilt that I don’t think this is a situation with an easy fix. My kids are going to be heart broken if we have to return him, and as I wheeze my way through the day, I feel it’s the only option left if I’m to remain un-asphyxiated. I’m literally caught between a rock and a hard place right now.
Oh fate, yours is a cruel temperament.
I can only hope and pray that my children forgive my weak immunities.