As I posted last week, Buddy had a case of the fleas. I'm still blaming it on his vet appointment; Art assures me that it was nigh impossible for that to have happened, but you explain to me how Buddy has lived with us for almost six years and never had a single flea? Even when Linda had fleas and they slept on the same bed, he never got them. You can clearly see how my conjecture is clearly the only plausible explanation. We bathed him and treated him with the vet-approved flea gel down the center of his back.
That didn't work so well.
He started scratching more a couple of days later so I took a close look and, sure enough, the fleas were back (or the eggs had hatched). I was just pissed off at this point because the fleas were embarrassing me. It's like the dirty kid at school is always the one who gives lice to everyone else. When we lived in Florida our neighbors (remember Dallas and Trixie?) bred dogs. Well, I'm not so sure they 'bred' them so much has 'kept having puppies because they were too lazy or dumb to get them fixed'. Anyway, feeling bad for the obvious lack of love from the owners, I wanted to love on them. Until I noticed that they were covered in fleas. They had fleas because they had never been bathed. They were the dirty children that contaminated everyone else.
Buddy is now that dirty child.
I bathed him, dipped him, sprayed him, re-applied the gel stuff and made him wear a flea collar. He was pretty subdued yesterday, I think he may have been high on all the tick killer.
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