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| 2:23 a.m.-2004-12-29 So I says to the cabin-boy, "Since she goes to the dog park all the time, she keeps bringing home fleas. The flea medicine for the cats isn't controlling it anymore. See the fleas? It's why she wants buttnoogies all the time." Bertha, the dog, is Queen of Scratch My Ass. She walks up to strangers, and asks them to scratch her ass. It's hilarious. After sizing up our options, and deciding that most were a) out of our price range or b) scarier than usual chemicals, we decide to go with c) the topical that is preferred by farmers and ranchers, isn't TOO toxic as long as the cats don't try to lick it off the dog (zero chance there), and we promptly purchase and buy. Then apply. Cut to tonight, while I'm sitting here online, crapping around. Joins me, the dog. Lays upon her 'you can get on the bed if you see this blanket' blankie. And that's when I notice the fleas. What looks like millions of them, all reinacting the final moments of the Titanic as they leap off her ass onto the pink North Atlantic. I think I see a pair of them, clinging to a bit of dog dander just off her tail; one's sobbing hysterically. The Captain
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