Well it was that time again for Deacon, when he needed to have his flea treatment and what a fiasco it was.
He can smell it before it comes out of the packet, so armed with some nice warm chicken I settled him down and went for the plunge, missed completely and it spun around and hit me in the face.
Maybe I should write a “what not to do when giving flea treatment”, anyway next attempt managed to get some on his neck although talk about sulking – I am going to have to think of a much better plan for next time.
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