Last night I was petting our lab, Buford, and found myself with a handful of FLEAS. There are simply not enough yucky words to describe what that was like.
Immediately, thoughts of itchy cats and dogs began to flash through my mind: Toby has been leaving what looked like dirt behind after scratching… Garret has seemed unusually obsessed with grooming… Erika has been scratching more than usual…
Hubby and I decided long ago that some things are worth paying someone else to do for us. Bathing the dogs is one of those things (As is mowing the lawn).
I learned two things this morning when I called the groomer to schedule appointments:
1. Petco won’t groom your dog if they don’t have a current rabies vaccination.
2. Erika’s rabies expired a few weeks ago.
Tonight I’ll be at Wal-Mart, buying flea shampoo and combs and one of those flea foggers, too. Flea collars, flea powders, anything marketed towards pet owners facing fleas, into my cart it will go!
When I get home, I will coax two large, unruly dogs into the upstairs bathroom.
I will do my best to keep them in the tub.
I will shampoo, I will comb and I will treat with over-the-counter flea preventatives.
When it’s all over, I know it will be long into the night. I will smell like wet dog. My bathroom will be ruined. My dogs will hate me.
Then I get to do the cats.