Your Dog’s Flea, My Date with Her, and the Embarrassment

It all started on a Tuesday afternoon, when I agreed to take care of “Rocky,” my neighbor’s dog. He was a mixed breed with such thick fur it looked like a walking cushion. While I was petting him, I felt a tickle on my arm. I looked down, and there it was: a tiny flea, … Continue reading Your Dog’s Flea, My Date with Her, and the Embarrassment