10 Fleas!

Something has happened in our neighborhood to make the flea population grow exponentially of late.  Poor Petey.  Every time he comes in the house he must be de-flead immediately.  Yesterday, after one outing, I pulled off 6.  Later, after another trip outdoors, John pulled of 4.  That is a total of 10 fleas in one day.

We talked to the vet about it and were told that even the best flea treatments can take a couple of hours to kill a flea.  Petey can't take that.  He'd scratch himself into oblivion if he had to endure two hours of torture before a flea died.

He's enduring the humiliation a little better.  I think as smart as he is, he's figured out that he feels better once the inspections are complete.  He doesn't like them very much at all, but he'll stay still long enough for a good once over.  BUT, not twice.  We have to be quick and thorough!

I'm not one to long for the cold, but for Petey's sake I am looking forward to that first hard freeze.