Springtime ushers in a time of year that pet owner’s dread, flea season. Atticus dreads this season too. This means that he will need a treatment every month to prevent fleas. This is a dramatic event for Atticus and a traumatic event for me. It is almost as much fun as taking Atticus to the vet.
The moment that Kevin comes home with the white bag, Atticus knows. Eyeing the white bag, he takes a deep breath, hunkers down, and runs low to the ground, in search of a hiding place. He will quickly forget about the bag and walk out into the open if we are lucky. That is rare, usually by the next day he has forgotten about the white bag. Naturally, he will wait until Kevin is not here and this job must be done alone.
Experience has taught me that proper attire is important. Thick jeans, a long sleeved shirt and running shoes are required; something loose enough to run in, but snug enough that there is no extra material for Atticus’ claws to grab.
Atticus has a sixth sense, and he knows when I have the tube in my hand, so he must be chased through the house, up the stairs and down the stairs we go repeatedly until he has been caught. Speaking in soothing tones, and gently stroking his fur, Atticus is carried to a chair and we sit down. This works for a few moments, until my hands pick up the little tube. Another fight begins, sometimes he gets away and the chase is on again, once caught we sit down and start over. The tube is opened and the fight begins again. This tube is placed between his shoulder blades and squeezed, then the screaming begins, his and mine. He generally escapes again and the process must be repeated until the tube is empty. This is not a painful event for Atticus; it is a different story for me.
What he doesn’t know, is that I purchased an extra tube, just for him. The plan is to take care of the situation this weekend. We will wait until he takes his afternoon nap, sneak up behind him and quickly do the deed. This one time, we will be one step ahead of him, unless that sixth sense of his discloses our secret.