This is what we do for the joy of the King,
For His peaceable Kingdom,
For a world in despair.
And this is why we bring any hope we can give,
Any bread from the table,
Any touch of His hand.
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is why we sing.
This is how we live.
This is who we are.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

My*Dog*Has*Fleas - And I'm not tuning a ukelele!!

Mandy is the 3rd puppy from the left--the biggest one
of the litter.  (She's nearly 20lbs now!)  She looks
very much like her mother now.

This is Mandy, shortly before we got her at 5 months

This is NOT Mandy, but I don't have any recent
pictures on my laptop.  She does look pretty much
like this one--who's name is Sarah Jo (I found her online)

So, here's the deal.  We've been at warfare the last couple of months. With fleas!  Mandy (our second Westie--West Highland White Terrier--now seven years old) is never outdoors except for "business" and the occasional walk.  Yet the poor thing has been battling with fleas this summer like never before.  Molly, Kristi and Curtis' Golden Retriever spent 5 or 6 weeks with us this summer--during their Residence Inn sojourn--and while she was here SHE was inundated by fleas, too. She'd never really had a problem either.  We've had the house sprayed and fogged TWICE, vacuumed like crazy, throwing away vacuum bags after ONE usage, used that nasty anti-flea stuff you squirt on your dog's back, and bathed her at least once a week--which isn't all that good for her sensitive skin (which is another story!).  We've done about everything but dress her in doggie Kevlar.

Things are better--thank goodness--but she still has a few of the little devils on her body.  I went to the vet yesterday and paid $18 for one little pill that's supposed to take care of all canine varmints--fleas, ticks, worms, etc.  Hopefully we can kill the things from the inside.

We're open to suggestions--aside from getting rid of the dog (which wouldn't really help US any--if there are still fleas nearby, we'll become their Holiday Inn!).  I think we may be finally winning, now that we've applied our own version of the Surge.  As of the last fogging/spraying, I haven't seen any fleas accept on poor Mandy. Hopefully, those days are soon behind us, too.

I would ask for prayer, but . . .  :)    

(I knew a woman back in the day who would pray over EVERYTHING in her life--what to cook for dinner, whether or not to buy a new iron or frying pan, should she wash the car or mow the lawn.  She was married to a preacher--but they eventually divorced.  I wonder whose prayer was answered when THAT happened. S*T*R*A*N*G*E! Hmm...maybe I should give HER a call! She can send up a "flea plea." Actually, I think she's dead now.  Never mind.)


Kristi said...

sad, but i'm laughing.

stupid dogs.

maybe we should have a yard sale and sell them both.

oh dang...i hope peta isn't reading this.

The Craftypigs said...

poor dogs....I have no suggestions. Sorry.

Stacey said...

well...the good news is that fleas tend to get worse with the warm weather...and we're almost into fall/winter cooler weather. The bad news is that they are almost impossible to get rid of. We had a bad problem with them when we lived on Kaneohe. We had the house treated by a company...can't remember the name...but they put a salt like (non-toxic) material in your carpet. Its supposed to dehydrate the little varments. Also, if you have a pest control service, have them spray around your flowers beds etc. Good luck!!!