Doggie Talk

The moment I walked in the door from work last night, Seth was on me--literally and figuratively.

"Mom, is there any kind of dog you're not allergic to?"

"I don't know," I replied.

Then, the litany began.

"Are you allergic to hairy dogs?" he asked.

"Yes." I shook off my shoes and hung up my jacket,

"Are you allergic to skinny dogs? Like hot dog dogs?"

"Yes." I walked to the bedroom.

"Are you allergic to really little dogs? You know, those small ones that can sleep in your bed?"

"Yes." I picked up the ringing phone and shushed Seth.

He put his face less than an inch from mine.

"Mom," he whispered. "I know! What about smooth dogs?"

Persistent, isn't he?