Mad Zoo House

is the day we give the dogs their dose of Advantage. Boris is a sensitive sally when it comes to this stuff. In fact, even when we don't say any of the following words:

• flea
  
• Advantage
• flea stuff
• shh, get the dogs

he knows what's about to happen and will try to run away. It's like the crazy mind-reading crap that happens when he knows I'm about to give them a bath. So, El Fyd and I assume the position and wrangle the dog with the down-ears and tucked-under tail and give him his medicine.

Then, the rest of the evening is filled with Boris ducking from room to room and giving us sullen looks. For the entire evening. And then half the night while we're trying to sleep there's the whining. Ahhh, Boris.