â you know what â you know what sucks? â head tilting up for the shortest of moments, mind searching for the thought that hadnât fully registered yet, the boy spoke slowly, thoughts reeling. â since little manâs allergic to dogs, does that mean we can never get one? i mean cats are outtaâ the question, âcause theyâre heckinâ weird ând whenever iâm near one i just itch, which â- maybe means iâm allergic to them. so, you know what? seven years from now, you know what weâll have? â he asks, voice laced with something not far from shock. â fish. â