Friday, July 16, 2010

Well, There Goes My Weekend

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.


  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Have fun with your flea adventure- you are a lot braver than I am. The dog I can understand- the cats??

  2. Yup, the cats, too! Everyone had fleas so everyone got a bath. To my surprise (and releif!) the cats were pretty easy, in fact, Garret, our orange tabby, was probably the simplest of the bunch!


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