Love the quote on Saga's blog (see another day another blog). Mr. Hottie vet tech was not at work today. The saying an ounce of prevention beats a pound of cure is so true. Had I gotten off my lazy ass and gotten Jack's flea killer stuff, I would not of had such a high vet bill. I learned my lesson. Just call Jack "monkey butt" right now. They had to shave his ass from chewing it, he's HIGHLY allergic to fleas. For those who have had the pleasure of walking through my front gate know Jack puts on quiet a "big bad ass dog" show. He terrifies the neighbors. He become a big Wussy dog in the vets office. You drag him in and when it's all over, he's dragging you out. Dr. A walks in the room and Jack is cowering behind me. Dork.
Poor Pudd'n is so sick. I feel so bad for him. :(