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Thursday, July 9, 2009
"Arf! It's My Turn"
OK, I haven't had a chance to show off here for quite a while. I think it's my turn!
Twice a day I tell my mom that it's time to go outside for a walk. In the morning we just take a quick trip on one of the short loops of trail, but that's ok, because at least I get to stretch my legs.
This is the view mom usually gets of me while we are walking. She gets pretty bored with it, but I don't care because I'm concentrating on looking for ground squirrels or turkeys or deer.
See, I almost got something here. I am showing you this picture even though you can't see my face because it shows off my new flea collar so well. I seem to be covered with those nasty little biters this week. I don't remember them ever being so bad. So mom went and bought me this stinky collar. I'm not sure it's helping any. She also washed all the bedding and the couch covers. She found some REALLY smelly stuff and sprayed a lot of places. At least she didn't try to spray me with it like she did a few years ago. It stung so much that I jumped and yelped and ran through the house knocking over anything that was in my way. When it got sprayed on my cousins they acted the same way, so mom won't use it on us ever again. Whew.
Mom's also been combing me a lot and pulling a lot of the fleas off that way. She read on the computer that Dawn dish soap kills fleas really well, so she swished that comb in soapy water every time she caught a flea. At first I didn't like the way the comb felt, but I'm getting used to it. I have to have a good roll before we go back inside. Mom thinks I'm just picking up a new load of fleas, but a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do.
Before I go I just wanted to show you one more picture with my lovely ears flapping. My white face says I'm getting old, but it's summer and I still feel like a very happy dog! Have a lovely day!
Snuggles, from Maggie
See Maggie the (Not So) Great Coyote Hunter
See It's For You
See Getting to Know Maggie