Fleas ... I hate fleas.

Ok, I'm confessing ... I seem to have .......................... fleas.

I turn myself into contortions with my paw and leg folded in such a way that I'm able to scratch the little pests in those areas where I dare not speak.

Why is it that these minuscule devils leap onto me and get in the most difficult places for me to get at? How inconsiderate of them. First of all, they have free housing ... on me. They have free transportation ... on me. They never have to write out a check for rent or pay for bus fare, taxi fare, plane fare, gas ... nothing. Just ride around on me, all the while reproducing. You would think they would shut up and be quiet and NOT BITE ME.

Ok Ok. I'm all for friendliness between us creatures, but it's enough, already.

I happen to be hanging out at AuntJ's house for a few days ... so there were many phone conferences between Herself and AuntJ, while I was standing in the background scratching. It was decided that it was time to bring in the troops. So, I was prepped for Advantage.

What a relief. Almost immediately I felt better. Woof! That stuff's good. Goodbye fleas ... don't ever come back.

Life is great. All is right with the world ... sans fleas.