~snif~
He's now had a bath, which he endured quite happily, and now smells like a wet dog in a field of Lavender. But it's an improvement. I prolly washed off all the advantage I put on him earlier, but I didn't find a lot of flea evidence during the bath, so maybe he's OK.
Seeing how it is Christmas Eve, got a Christmas Eve and doggie tale to share.
We went to visit LSA's sister and her family one Christmas a number of years ago. We took Gifford, our old Lab with us. We had a room at a place that took dogs, so we had it covered. After a Christmas eve service we all went back to their place, snowing a bit, really nice.
We departed for the hotel, Gifford snoring in the back seat, and upon arrival found the place had a water main break and everyone was being placed elsewhere. We drew the X hotel, real nice and all. So we went over, chit in hand, and were expected. Told them we had a dog with us, which why we were staying at the other place. The desk grinned and said no pets were allowed except on Christmas eve when it was snowing.
Gifford was a mellow old lab and trotted through the lobby and rode on his first elevator. He had his sheepskin to sleep on and was sawing logs almost immediately. Never a bark or a whine, we got up early, took him for a walk and departed. An uneventful drive home, the snow had stopped by then.
Got a new year's eve story as well, but that will wait till then.