Truly Scrumptious Lulu, the chubbiest dog in the west is a very unhappy dog.
Today is flea day, in which we dispense small doses of poison to the back of the pets necks in the name of progress.
As Trotter was flea-ed earlier in the month by accident Lulu is suffering by herself. She hates the poison on the back of her neck and as I type she is feverishly rubbing her chubby body on the throw trying to get rid of the stuff.
Trotter is being pursued around the kitchen by Varne who has a pet wipe (for dogs who do not enjoy being bathed) in her right hand and a piece of ham in her left. Kind of like a 'good cop, bad cop' scenario. Trotter can only focus on the wipe and is skirting the outside of the room like a wary lion in a circus ring. She has managed to wipe the right side of his little scruffy body and as a result he is shiny on one side.
The cats are asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the wipe/ poison problem downstairs.
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