No, not the real Scottish explorer who bimbled up the Niger river; the little fox cub in Springwatch's "Fox in the City" footage. Part of the "Chip Shop Family", tonight he was being shown some road safety by mum-fox, and the foxy shapes nipping about on the wide-screen were enough to have me glued to the screen
Apparently we have "company". Mum found a "little friend" on herself yesterday, and Haggis, who is the family's "bell-wether" for the parasitic beasties (he seems to get bitten first, and then starts licking the short fur at the base of his tail, which turns pink with the iron stain in his saliva), giving the game away.
So tonight it was "Frontline" time for all 5 of we animals, and machine-wash time for all the dog bedding. Dad swears by this stuff, which he can only get from the vet in quite an expensive trigger pack, as being the only stuff worthwhile. All fleas dead and gone in a couple of days, and none come back for a month or two, depending on how many "total immersion" baptisms we dogs get to wash it off. A good spray will last the water-avoiding cats all summer.
Ah well, Go Mungo
Deefs
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