I'm allergic to just about any pet you can imagine, though I didn't always used to be. I loved animals as a kid. I was the little girl scout who, after having a series of hamsters, finally convinced Mom and Dad to pick up a free puppy.
[However, I wasn't the little girl who sampled the dog food to make sure it was good enough for said puppy... cough cough... christie...]
Years later, I realized how messy animals can be. And dirty. Cute, yes, but time consuming. I like to think that I willed myself into my allergy, so that I would have a better excuse than my parents did when my kids begged for a pet someday.
So when Ryan's mom brought a special friend home with our groceries, it took me awhile to warm up to him. Of course, by dinnertime, we were getting pretty cozy.
Luckily, I'm not allergic to fish.