FLASHBACK: My Crazy K9 Connection

Growing up, my first memory of dogs was when my parents’ Cocker Spaniels had a litter of 5 pups.  My sister & I were anxious to play with them – let’s see, I was almost 5, my sister was 3 – bugging our parents daily. 

Finally, when the pups turned 4 weeks old, we were allowed into the play area.  The usual mayhem ensued:  kids – screaming, yelling, giggling, laughing, falling down, twisting, grabbing; pups – yipping, yapping, licking, needle-teeth biting, chewing, bouncing, tumbling.  My sister and I were having the time of our lives, the classic connection, the moving mass of the ‘puppy pile-up’. 

I laughed and I gasped, and I giggled and I gasped, and I cried and I gasped, and I fell down and I gasped, and I didn’t get up and I gasped…my mom, an RN, recognized the symptoms immediately!!!  Believe it or not, I was having an extremely violent allergic reaction to the pups and, having passed out, I was almost comatose within just a few minutes from the start of ‘puppy play’.  Dad rushed us to mom’s hospital where I was treated in the ER.  They said it took too long for me to wake & stabilize, so they kept me overnight for observation.  

In the morning, my symptoms were gone and I was glad to be released.  However, arriving at home – NO dogs in the play area!!  My parents had sold &/or given away ALL the dogs – due to my ‘condition’.  In other words, it was MY FAULT the dogs were gone – what else would a 5 yr. old think??! 

Not only that, mom took me to an allergy specialist in Honolulu for 10 days. I underwent a daily battery of 6-on-each-arm skin-scratch tests to determine the extent of my ‘condition’ – do the math, that’s 120 tests!  Results revealed extreme allergies to the following:  of course, dogs, but in the more general category of “anything with hair or feathers”, therefore, no cats – even IF I ever wanted one – birds, rabbits, ponies, ducks, well…you get the picture; grass – yeah, grass, like at the playground [my parents paved the driveway for me to play on]; milk; CHOCOLATE; eggs; and ANY citrus – pineapple was irresistible [I was born & raised in Hawaii, am 1/2 Native Hawaiian], so I ate it anyhow & willingly paid the price.

No matter, a few weeks later my folks got me a small aquarium with 2 Angel fish.  I’ve always thought of them as ‘no pet’ pets.  They were temperamental & hard to keep.

However, over the years, I became adept at keeping some interesting species, especially the Sword-tails & the Tetras, both Cardinal & Neon – not too many varieties available at the time

Although “anything with hair or feathers” was officially OFF LIMITS, I paid that price also whenever the carnival came to town and I, mysteriously, ended up in the saddle on the back of a pony – laughing and wheezing and gasping.  I can’t remember how many times my dad came to my rescue and ‘saved me from myself’, as mom used to say.

For the most part, I avoided the things that caused an allergic reaction ’til I was in my late teens.  What changed?  Well for one thing, I was in the USAF & had been sent to Viet Nam!!! 

Once after accidentally eating some Egg Foo Yong at the base cafeteria – I was famished that evening & really wasn’t paying attention – I realized that I hadn’t experienced the usual allergic reaction symptoms.  More time lapsed & still nothing.  It had me guessing…what else should I try?  Hot chocolate!  Back to the cafeteria.  It was right there…that would get me going – 2-for-1 – milk & chocolate!  I sipped eagerly, enjoying my first deliberate tasting in over 14 yrs.  No reaction after 1/2 hr.  What next??

As Fate would have it, the entrance to our bivouac had a Sentry Dog Team.  (I was stationed at Lackland, AFB, Texas undergoing USAF Basic Training when I saw my first Sentry Dog & Handler Teams – the base did double-duty as Central Training Facility & Kennel for the DOD.)  My next challenge, more than just allergy…let’s start with courage – I saw these dogs while they were undergoing their Basic Training and was in awe &, I won’t lie to you, a little fearful of their capabilities; if that wasn’t enough, I had an almost complete lack of knowledge regarding dog-greeting manners.  Fortunately, ‘Rusty’ & his handler, A1C Travis, were conditioned to tolerate, even accept, US military personnel and could easily differentiate between them &, well, anyone else!  This led me to my first encounter with their amazing team.  Travis put ‘Rusty’ thru his paces, showing off for a while before I was introduced. Then, I got my chance for a real close-up look at my first dog in 14+ yrs…Travis said ‘Rusty’ was approx. 110 lbs. – and bigger than most VC!!  Then, shortly thereafter and before I knew it, I was petting & very gently wrestling with ‘Rusty’, without a care or worry in the world.  I asked Travis if he ever felt that way with ‘Rusty’ by his side.  “Always & affirmative”, he snapped, then more brotherly, “always & affirmative”…After about 1/2 hour of ‘exposure’ = a minor miracle ~ NO REACTION!!!!!!!!!  I was cured – actually, I learned much later, I had merely ‘outgrown’ my childhood allergies…

Stay tuned for my next exciting ‘flashback’ episode –

In the meantime, help me “Improvise, Adapt, OVERCOME!” ~ LEAVE A COMMENT!!

 

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About tygrytr

I am 1/2 Native Hawaiian/American; born in Honolulu, HI - NOV 1950; Viet Nam era vet; recently retired, novice blogger/internet marketer; aspiring Entrepreneur/screenwriter/videographer-filmmaker; Master dog trainer; former Veterinary Tech; veteran Martial artist; motorcycle rider/enthusiast; 'foodie', etc.

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