September 25th

September 25th, 2009

My poor flea bitten mongrel... We thought we were doing something nice for Marley during the first week when everyone was back at school and he was lonley at home, we took him to the dog park. Yep. He loved it.

And then he got fleas. There isn't really anywhere else they could have come from. The poor guy.

I hate fleas. We had them in Texas once and we did everything to get rid of them... the only thing that worked was getting rid of the dog. We hear it is different here because of the frost and worst case scenario when it gets cold he will get better. We have rinsed, and sprayed. Medicated and vacuumed. Brushed and bathed.

There has been some improvement but they are still here. The next step is the exterminator. That means not only the cost of the visit, but also getting our family out for a safe time period. Definitley our last resort... but let me tell you we are almost there!