In my next life, I'm going to adopt goldfish. Not dogs. Not old dogs. Not furry old dogs. Especially not double-coated, long haired, furry old dogs.
They are both blowing their coats. Even though they receive professional grooming every other week, I am still able to remove a grocery bag full of fur from them every day when it is coat-blowing time.
To make matters worse, the recent spate of hot weather brought on a flea epidemic outdoors. And fleas love dense-double-coated, long haired, furry old dogs. So even though I have not had to use flea prevention for many years (a dog with a healthy immune system generally doesn't need it), this month I have had to dose all the animals with a pharmaceutical preventative, dust my house and yard with diatomaceous earth, spritz the dogs' fur with citrus, wash the bedding (theirs and mine, since Sadie and Allie sleep on my bed) daily, vacuum twice a day, and I'm beginning to think....GOLDFISH!
I'm also wondering why the heck I have eight dog beds for two dogs. That's a lot of laundry. Unfortunately they like all their beds and give me the big stink-eye if I dare to even think about removing any.
Just to make things even more exciting, both the dogs are sensitive to flea bites and won't stop nibbling and scratching even though there's no evidence of fleas on the spots they are nibbling and scratching. But then they create hotspots. So Charley is wearing a soft E-collar, and Sadie (who has quite the allergy to fleas, and a very strong chewing action) has managed to develop an abscess on her spine which is now bandaged up and her belly wrapped with purple vetwrap. Quite the fashion statements, my two dogs!
Of course, Sadie's ouchies mean more vet visits and more vet dollars. I swear these two cost more to look after than my two-legged child ever did!
Goldfish. I'm gonna adopt goldfish next time round. I just have to figure out a way to teach fish to walk on leash and cuddle on the bed.