Get 'em off me, GET 'EM OFF ME!!!

MOOOOOOOmmmmmm....I have FLEAS!!!! Get them off me, will ya? They're making me scratch my skin until it bleeds. And no, I'm not scratching 'cause I found some WillyTreats, I really do have a problem here!

So for about two weeks I've been scratching like mad and mom discovered I found some WillyTreats (his bag o' treats fell behind the dresser and I found a trail of foil bits that lead to the main piece of evidence) so she figured, like every other time I find WillyFood (YUM!!), I'd scratch for a few days, chew on my feet a bit, then I'd be fine. Not this time.

Mom finally took a closer look at one patch of darkened fur near my butt and realized I had FLEAS LIVING ON ME!!! Yuck. Yuck-yuck-yuckity-yuck. Little hoppity creatures living on ME!

Today mom took me to a new doggy-wash centre, called Diggity-Dog, which is right along our walking route so it's really close to home, AND it's very reasonably priced. I was shaking a bit when we first got there 'cause it was a new place but mom said it would be OK so I settled down a little bit. The lady took at look at that dark patch near my butt and said, "Yup, she's got FLEAS!!!" So I had a bath with a good scrubbing using the flea shampoo. Meanwhile mom went to a local vet store and bought Advantage. Mom used to buy Advantage but ran out in November, thinking with the colder weather and all the snow, the fleas wouldn't be out in full force and I'd be OK for a little while.

Silly mom, what was she thinking? Fleas are like cockroaches, they'll still survive long after the human race are extinct, or a nuclear bomb wipes everyone out.

So I'm back on the Advantage, had a flea bath, and now I can finally have a decent, scratch-free, painless nap.

In other news, since my last post I went on a vacation! Not a fake 'Vegas' vacation, a real vacation with travelling and everything! Mom took me to Vancouver Island to visit Aunt Jo, et al. for New Years. Oh boy, they have LOTS of snow over there! Uncle Dale was lamenting having to shovel all the snow so he ordered a snow-blower from a store. He had the catalogue open (and wouldn't you know, it was open so long to the snow blower page, the magazine wouldn't close even!) and at one point he called it 'snow-blower porn.' Mom laughed. I don't get it. We stayed a few days then came home.

Had a moment of excitement on the ferry ride home, though! Mom took me to the pet room on the car deck and a lady started screaming at mom that I wasn't allowed to potty in the pet room (actually, that's where I'm supposed to potty on the boat!) and I got a little scared but darn it, I had to protect mom from this screaming banshee! I pressed myself against mom in-between her and the lady when the lady pushed mom!!! That's right, she physically PUSHED MY MOM! Mom, being mom, pushed back (to get her away, not to hurt her) then the ferry worker came into the room to find out what the yelling was about - one ferry worker walked with me and mom back to our car and the other ferry worker explained to the screaming banshee the rules about the pet room. I was really confused with all the commotion and mom was 'rattled' about what happened, then the ferry worker said those magic words, "Ma'am, you are correct - the pet room IS for potty-ing and the car deck itself is not." I got a pat on the head by the nice man and soon mom and him were chuckling about the weird lady.

The woman started yelling that Kira wasn't allowed to pee in the pet room. I looked at her and said they have a hose, poop bags, and a sealed garbage bin exactly for that purpose. Then I got up to leave. The doorway is awkward in that you have to wedge between the end of the bench and the door then swing around the door itself as it opens inward. As we opened the door, did a half-turn to get around it to go out, the lady stood up, walked towards me (knowing I'm now trapped between the door itself and the bench, and shoved me with her hand on my shoulders. I was so stunned, I reacted by swinging my arms up the middle, fanning out to push her arms off me. she fell back onto the bench and started screaming at me that I assaulted her. By then the ferry worker arrived and asked what the hell was going on. Another guy came and said he would escort me and Kira to our car while first guy talked to the lady.

No one was hurt, no one was arrested, and no one was being charged with anything.

Mom figures the lady was a "walk-on" passenger and was confined to the pet room for the whole trip (90 min.) and didn't want to smell potty debris. What mom doesn't understand is that the lady can walk her dog around the car deck while the room airs out, so it's not like she's not allowed to leave the room, just can't take her dog off the car deck. And given mom walks me around the car deck all the time, you can do several laps and get a decent enough walk out of it (the 'super-ferries' are huge enough). Mom says she can laugh about it now...

Last week I had a treat! Mom was sick with a really bad head cold (still have it, but not nearly as bad) so she stayed home for a few days. Yay! We didn't go for a walk for a whole week, though. I wanted to go, but mom said the sun hurt her head and she was tired and icky so we didn't go at all - for a whole week. I was going stir crazy! But mom played the flosser game with me then wouldn't go downstairs to find the flosser when she threw it over the stairway. Kept saying she was too tired. What a bum!

So, there you have it. Fleas, fight on the ferry, and a head cold. Never let it be said I'm living a boring life with my mom!!!