They’re Baack

Dear God,
I do occasionally feel bad that I don’t like my dog. He’s one more thing that I have to clean up after, but I get no hugs or “I love you mommy” in return.
So my question is…why do all these bad dog related things keep happening? He gets in the trash, sheds like crazy, kills the grass when he pees, poops in the house if not walked on a regular basis, and now we have fleas again. I mean its not really helping me like him any more. Can you “throw me a bone” here? I’ve tried giving him one, but it just causes him to have diarrhea and still get in the trash.

When I was 7 mos pregnant with Piper Ann our house became infested with fleas. I’m sure it was due to the fact that we had 4 animals and none of them were on any preventative medicine.
It was horrible. I would walk through the kitchen and my legs would be covered with fleas. When they bombed the house, it caused them all to recede away from the walls. Luckily we didn’t have carpet, so there weren’t many places to lay eggs.
Well last night Murphy was up all night shaking his neck which caused his collar to rattle. It also caused me to be up all night. I thought maybe he needed to be let out or somethings, so Ricardo checked on him.
Well, this morning I swore I saw something jump on the floor. At first I thought it was a fruit fly, because we have a lot of those as well. Then I put 2 and 2 together.
I didn’t see any other “jumpers” while I was vacuuming every inch of the main level, but I have a couple of bites on my legs.

Hopefully we’ve caught it soon enough to prevent the great infestation of ’04.