Well pug and doggie friends, it's happened. After avoiding them all summer, I gots the fleas. Mommy noticed Murphy and I were itchy, but she thought it was allergies, until she noticed how raw my neck was. (See my little bald spot in this picture?)She thinks part of it is my harness, which I hadn't worn for a while after my surgery (that little story will come soon), but part is the fleas. She doesn't like to give us Frontline unless she has to because it's so harsh, but tomorrow we're going to get some.
Mommy is sending Murphy and me to bed with a baby Benedryl so we won't be so itchy. I wonder if the guilt she feels will get me more cookies. Maybe she'll even make me some more homemade ones! She says she's not a good cook but she makes the BEST peanut butter cookies. I love them!
I gots to go and snuggle with Mommy. She's awful worried about me so I must console her.
The Duke of Whirl
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