mstang67chic
Going Green
husband is currently chasing down the two dogs so he can spray them with flea spray. He got Chester about 1/4 of the way done but Chester escaped and ran for me. I'm at the computer desk with my feet propped up under the desk. Chester's spot when I'm sitting here is under my legs and that's where he went...rubbing against me, trying to rub it off. husband chased him out and he ran through the room rubbing on anything he could get to.
Poor dogs. They hate the fleas but I think they hate the treatment even more.
Is it mean that I find it highly amusing???