Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Flea's!!!
Our house Sunday night:
Me: Oh Hydie dog, you're soooo spoiled.
Sean: And sooooooo dumb.
Me (scratching her belly): Don't listen to daddy, you're a smart girl.
Hydie wags her tail, moves her body back and forth rubbing her back and sneezes.
Me: Hydie, lay still. (picking at a small black speck) I think Hydie might have flea's.
Sean: I was wondering about that. I noticed the dogs have been rubbing their backs on the floor the other day.
I guess you can't be bug free forever.
