Fleas

Hold on tight, because I'm about to take you on a whirlwind blog tour of our lives over the last few weeks. You're going to get a gushing eyeful of the last month in a mere few days.

Why?

Because December happened - that's why! Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets turned upside down by the crazy Christmas schedule. I even had all of our Christmas gifts purchased by December 15th, and I still can't catch my breath due to all of the holiday festivities.

So, check bay daily, commen often, and let's get this blog "catch up" on a roll.

Horrors of horrors happened in October.

Chanel got fleas. Reason #512 as to why I should have told myself "NO!" when we agreed to bring her home.

And for about two seconds I wondered if we could make her sleep outside in her crate.

Instead, I bathed her until she looked like a wet rat.

Danny bombed the apartment.

And I tored everything apart with the vaccuum cleaner. Our base boards, carpet and couches have never been so clean.

And wouldn't you know, two weeks late she was still scratching up a storm.

Round two involved a flea bath from PetSmart, a visit from the local pest control man, a bottle of flea spray for Chanel, and a chill pill for Laura

Please welcome me to the OFFICIAL dog-owners club (and all that that entails).