Ivy and Revel are mystified by this development and, worse, are on a constant quest to get hold of my used tissues. Please! I continue to walk them, throw the ball for them, work on Revel's "stay" and take them places, but it hurts to talk, I sneeze all the time, and the joy is gone. And they know it.
Not one shred of the common advice for dealing with cedar works with my lifestyle. Check it out: avoid going outside (very funny), don't have pets because they bring in the pollen (ha ha), if you do have pets bathe them frequently (Ivy and Revel are calling their lawyers), and if you must go outside, strip off your clothes before you enter the house and go straight to the shower (Don't worry—my servant will bring in the groceries, put them away and start cooking while I luxuriate in the shower).
January will pass. I think. There's a sixty percent chance of rain this Monday, rain that would knock the killer pollen down some, maybe even wash it off my house and pets! And when I'm feeling better, my perfect young dogs will be ready to play with me, I know it.