Now that the emergency is over, I feel I can talk about this without getting too embarrassed. For the past few months I've been showing signs of
She's passionate about this mission of hers to keep me flea free without what she calls 'poison'.
Up until last year, she would put something called Frontline on my back and it would burn like fire. (just my interpretation) I'd try to rub it off, but it was in a place that I just couldn't get to. She said it kept fleas and ticks off of me and that it was the best thing for me. But toward the end of summer last year I had fleas all over me and the peeps at the vet's office said something call Vectra would take care of them 'safely'. I'm not sure if it would have killed the fleas or not.. but it almost killed me. I started to vomit in the middle of the night and Mom jumped out of bed and tossed me in a tub of soapy Dawn water and tried to scrub all that Vectra stuff away. She was crying and saying stuff like 'I can't believe I poisoned my baby' and well.. you get the picture. Hey, I can't believe she poisoned me either... but it is what it is.
Any-hoo... No more poison for me. Just a bug-detective Mom filling up a cup with fleas she picks off of me with her q-tip cocktail. Crazy stuff, I'm tellin' ya.
She took me last week and had me groomed again, so she can 'see' the bugs better.
Now there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news first. Mom insists that I pick up the bugs during our evening neighborhood walk. So icks-nay on the alks-way. Grrrr
The good news - Mom and Dad have been taking me to the tennis courts and there I get to run and play ball.
Mom says I'm bug free for now and she wants to keep it that way. Gracie.
