I just don't know what to do about the Charlie/Sawyer situation. It seems the Zyrtec, the electro-static allergen blocker air filter, the hardwood floors, the poor dog not being allowed in Sawyer's room, and even keeping Charlie outside for a huge part of the day, oh, and the nearly constant vacuuming and dusting are just making zero difference in how much Charlie effects Sawyer's allergies. Plus, Charlie has been having some hip problems, and really seems to miss the carpet & couch that she was allowed to sleep on. I even bought her a memory foam dog bed, and she's still stiff everytime she gets up. It seems like no one is winning here. Sawyer's excema seems to be worsening. I hate to say it, but I don't know what else to do. Does anyone deserve to take over spoiling my indescribably beautiful, loving, sweet, obedient, sweet, shiny, loving, amazing dog? Yeah, she's large, but seriously, wouldn't you rather be able to see the poop on the lawn so that you don't step in it? I think my favorite thing about her, (and the suckiest thing of all about losing her) is that she is like a sister to Sawyer. The second we had that baby, she instead of going into jealous mode, she went totally protective. When someone would come to the door she would stand at the end of the hallway to Sawyer's room & bark instead of going to the door. She lets Sawyer take rides on her & dress her up and climb all over her & pull her face off, and she just licks her & loves her. When I say "Charlie, where's Sawyer?" Sawyer starts to run around the kitchen island & Charlie chases her around slow enough that it takes her a few laps to catch up & Sawyer squeals and giggles the whole time. It's the best. She thinks she's a lap dog, anytime you sit on the floor, she will plop her butt down in your lap. When you stub your toe and start crying on the floor (just a little bit) she will come over and put her head on your shoulder. She can also take off your socks for you at the end of a long day. That's her best trick. She never pulls unmentionable items out of the trash and drags them into the living room. She never begs at the table. She doesn't eat your underwear. She has never not once eaten or destroyed in anyway a cake I was working on. She doesn't pee or poop in the house, and when she has to throw up, (rarely) she does it on the tile, not the carpet. All she wants is a soft place to sit, someone to hang out with all day, and an occasional conversation directed at her in baby talk. We got so incredibly lucky with her. I absolutley adore her and cannot contemplate giving her up, but I simply don't know what else to do. If the right person came along, maybe it wouldn't be so gut wrenching.