Okay so the dog-barf post was funny as hell so I had to share.
I have this dog, long story, basically she's my landlord's dog, but they're
parents (they have 3 other dogs & 3 kids) and she loves me best so she stays
with me pretty
much all the time; she sleeps with me during the week and hangs out on the
Problem is, in Southern California, with 3 other dogs around her, she ALWAYS
It's friggin annoying. I have wood floors, which is better than carpet,
but I still did the stinky bomb thing that smelled horrible
for two days. No help. I give her flea baths. I spray her with flea stuff.
All to no avail.
But I love her desperately! So I'm willing to accept the fleas if they
don't invade my space.
Which they've done until recently.
So I wake up on a Saturday, blissfully sleeping in. 'Puffers' is asleep
next to me, her cute little
head next to mine. Actually I wake up facing her nose. No problem. I kiss
her nose and get
ready to go back to sleep.
In my half-awake state I feel a tickle on my arm. I look down. What's there?
A FLEA ON MY ARM.
NEXT TO MY FACE.
WHILE I'M SLEEPING.
It's just sitting there. Totally looking at me like "What? I'm on your arm!
Whaddya got to say about it? SUP????"
So I pinch the flea between my fingers. I carry it to the bathroom. (they
jump, you know)
I drop it in the toliet and then flush it to flea-hell.
I go back to bed. Puffers is blissfully ignorant and cute as ever.
So I get back in bed with her.
BUT..there was a flea on my arm. In my BED.
I hate fleas.
I might have fleas, now.
I might be Flea-Girl.
I might have to start a comic. I'll be FLEA-GRRL.
Damn, I hate fleas.