For the second part of Operation Flea Eradication, both animals were given a bath this weekend. Which is always my hydrophobic dog’s favourite family activity. The Cat usually handles getting wet a lot better than Shiva does.
Not that he exactly loves it either. This time the little flea-ridden bugger even drew blood.
He looks so tiny when he is wet! Like a little kitten again. Poor guy. He’ll get another dose of the extra-strong goopy stuff today and then in another three weeks head back to the veterinarian. Hopefully from then on all we’ll have to do is some basic prevention. Hopefully.
At this point, Shiva is absolutely terrified of the bathroom. We can barely entice her in with treats. On Sunday, when she tore up the stairs and wrapped herself into a little ball by the baby gate, I almost cried. We felt like such monsters. But, with a little patience, my practically husband was able to convince her that bath-time can be a fun game. For a brief moment, she almost enjoyed herself.
Of course, that didn’t stop her from bolting out of the bathroom like she’d been doused in molten lava. Poor Shiva.
Just could not get that evil wet stuff off fast enough.
As horrible as I felt for making them endure the horror of all horrors, it has been nice to have two clean-smelling animals for once!