It all started the other evening after our walk. I went over to Dad to make sure he got some time to pet me. He did pet me and I was really enjoying it. Then suddenly, he stopped. He stared at me and started digging at my fur. Mom asked him what was wrong, being very concerned that I had some sort of injury.
Dad: Do you have any alcohol? Bunny's got (insert dramatic voice drop here) FLEAS!
Mom: Fleas?!
Me: No! It can't be!
Dad: Yes, I see four of them right here on her back.
Mom: (spoken from the bathroom as she digs through the shampoos and first aid stuff) I know what happened! They were shaving a dog in the back room when we went to the vet the other day. They said she had tons of fleas.
Me: The HORROR!
Dad: Well, that's just great!
Mom: We'll have to treat them all! Can you go to the vet's office in the morning and pick up the Frontline? We should give them all baths!
Me: BATHS?! Now wait just a minute!
At this point, Dad was dragging me into the bathroom while Mom was selecting which shampoo to use. I gazed pleadingly at Mom and leaned against her. Then she burst out laughing as she looked at me. That was NOT the reaction I was going for!
Mom: She doesn't have fleas! She rolled in the dirt!
Dad: What?
Mom: Look, it's just flecks of dirt!
Dad: I could have sworn it was moving...
Me: Hallelujah! Mom, I love you!
I thought that was the end of it and that I was spared the horrors of having had fleas on my most precious canine self and that I was free from the impending doom of the bath. It turns out I was only right about one of them. Dad lured me into the bathroom and gave me a bath anyway! Life is so unfair sometimes. I am sleeping on Mom's side of the bed from now on. Dad is completely getting shunned.
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