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But that wasn’t the reason I brought up little ole wordpress to tip tap on some keys. No. Not at all. Although it was a lovely bonus. I was planning on ranting about Mother Nature’s love of rainstorms and crazy weather in general. Oh and furry dependents. Otherwise I’d just be like ‘yay my rainbarrel is filling up!’ (And it is!)

It seems like each time I give Kayla a bath, it rains. And while that usually wouldn’t be a big issue, last Sunday night she got out of the gate while out for her evening bathroom break. Since we have awesome neighbors, I came home on Monday afternoon to find her lounging on our front porch, tail a-wagging. Unfortunately she was also infested with fleas.

The f-word.

Of course, I didn’t notice at the time because that would have made all this easier to deal with. No, I just noticed that she was very muddy and thankfully didn’t have tire tracks decorating her limbs.

Due to a crazy hectic schedule, it was Thursday night when I dropped her spindly limbs into the bathtub and cleaned her up. I noticed fleas. Gross, nasty, tiny fleas. I killed all the ones I saw by rolling them under my fingernails and slicing the bastards in half, but still. We all know that they weren’t just on her. They had moved on to the carpet, her dogbed, the chairs as well. Probably everywhere. Filthy ingrates.

I washed her and then applied some more of the flea repellent line down the back stuff. The next night while she is outside, it pours. Mud everywhere. All of her paws and underside. Of course.

So I wash her again. The day after, it rains. Again. Muddy paws and underside.

It’s not even like she’s outside all day. Usually it’s just a few hours. Two in the morning and two at night, unless we have the day off and are playing outside. 4/24 hours is a 1/6. Better odds than the lottery, sure. But in a span of four days? Bah.

Tomorrow I’m going to flea bomb the house. I so should have done it Sunday, but it was rainy and I can’t have the animals in the house while we do it. There is a 50% chance of thunderstorms so I’m going to have to figure out something.

Also, I’m not looking forward to bathing the cat. Short term scratches are preferable to flea bites though, so Sir Sunshine Maple Syrup will be scrubbed thoroughly and he will like it. And Kayla will get lucky bath number four.

I don’t know where she went when she got out, but if she goes back again she can just stay there. I don’t have time or patience for this.