Lets start off by saying that I hate bugs. And Charlie HATES baths.
The roomate's dog, Charlie's bff, who he spends hours rolling around with came home from the boarding kennel with... fleas. The roomate turned the lights on last night and found her dog in a swarm of the nasty critters. Worst Nightmare. She got a flea bath first thing this morning but poor Charlie, at just over 11 weeks, is too young to get ANY flea control!
So after a 7:30am call to the vet... Charlie's (and my own!) bedding has been washed in hot water... twice... and poor Charlie was immersed in Dawn dish soap water for 4 LONG mintues then rinsed and meticulously combed. My skin is crawling! EEK!
Heres poor Charlie recouperating after his "traumatic" bath :(
Off to buy flea bombs for the whole house.
This is war.