The wonderful FringePup has picked up a flea or maybe a dozen. I’m not sure how many pesky little bugs are hiding in her fluff and fur. It’s her first experience with a flea and she’s in quarantine until every last microscopic bug is dead. I blame Mrs. Whack, the white and black cat friend of my daughters. I think she contaminated our backyard. The dog two houses down has also fallen prey to flea. It seems to be an epidemic.
Consider this a public health announcement.
THE FLEA IS TAKING OVER NORTHERN NEW YORK.
BATH IN A FLEA BATH AT YOUR EARLIEST POSSIBLE CONVENIENCE.
My grandfather wrote and illustrated this little poem in the journal he kept during the war. I thought it was appropriate. I’ll have a laugh for him as I’m killing FringePup’s fleas.
Have a Happy Labor Day!
Anybody doing anything interesting? If you’re doing something other than killing fleas, it will be interesting to me.