The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton, Spenser and Scooter
October 29, 2007
Phillip woke me up the other night. I was sound asleep and when I opened my eyes
his two thousand watt reading light was shining in my face. "Clayton has fleas,"
he announced, holding up the flea comb like it was the Olympic torch.
My first thought was of course, "Oh crap, we've got fleas." We haven't had fleas in twelve
years, the first and only time was a few months after we adopted Clayton. But my second thought,
believe it or not, was "Phew!"
You see, Clayton had been scratching for a couple of weeks now. We've been giving him
Benadryl and assumed it was fall allergies, but we were starting to get nervous that this
might be somehow related to the autoimmune disorder he has which rears its ugly head every
few years. So when Phillip said fleas, I breathed a sigh of relief. We've never had
fleas here. We have a lot of ticks although this year for some reason
(global warming, El Nino, solar flares?) we had a tick-free summer and hence have not put Frontline on the boys.
Well, suffice it to say that the boys are Frontlined, the carpets and doggy beds are
sprayed, all the bedding made its way through my washer and dryer, and Courtney and Mike have
been notified. I'll keep you posted.
They'll run through about November 7th to the 16th, with maybe an earlier start depending on how our vacation packing goes. Okay, now here are the rules: