Hello to both my faithful long-time readers and any new readers who may be popping in! Welcome!
So Inara’s nosework has been going fabulously. We transitioned away from sniffing out food and are now sniffing out a plastic container with clove oil scent in it. I was a little nervous that Inara may have trouble with the transition, but nope! She acted like she’s been finding clove oil her whole life! This girl is just blowing my mind! I’m going to have her assessed to see if she has the potential to become an actual detection dog. Not sure what I’d want her to detect though – bombs? Drugs? Bedbugs???
I’m having a hard time finding places to hide the scent in my living room now, so I think it’s time for us to move on to other rooms/locations. My only issue is that I can’t put out a row of boxes for her to sniff down because she’ll do the beautiful search, but when she finds the right box she pounces on it and I don’t want her to learn that behavior. She’s “normal” in class, but at home she goes into search and destroy mode, LOL.
Now, Flea-pocoalypse. *grrrrr* Apparently I came home from somebody’s house 2 weekends ago with some hitchhikers. Biting hitchhikers. Last week I saw just a couple on Inara so I did the routine of:
- Bathe both girls in Chagrin Valley Soap’s Cedar & Lavendar Dog Shampoo.
- Wash all bedding – mine and Inara’s.
- Vacuum everything well.
In the past that has been sufficient. But this time was different. The fleas disappeared for a couple days, lulling me into a false sense of security. In actuality, what they were doing was GATHERING REINFORCEMENTS. They came back with a vengeance. Inara was scratching. The Piss was scratching. I was scratching. And I was angry. I don’t get fleas. My animals are clean, my house is clean. I’m not one of THOSE PEOPLE who has fleas.
So I did some research and took Tuesday off work to wage war on the house and yard:
- Pretty much any piece of fabric that was small enough to fit into the washing machine was washed that day in hot water, with lots of Borax.
- Area rugs and throw rugs were intensely vacuumed or washed and then pulled. They won’t be put back down until I’m sure the little nasties are gone.
- The Dyson has a flea collar in its canister to kill anything that gets sucked up.
- Both girls have Revolution on them. Yes, it killed me to do this and I deliberated and stressed over it. I don’t like putting that poison on them, but I knew these fleas were different and needed the big guns. They’ll get another dose next month.
- The house was Vacuumed, with a capital V. I spent about 45 minutes on just the couch, and then spent a ridiculous amount of time Vacuuming (still with a capital V) the rest of the house, getting every nook and cranny with the attachments.
- I mopped with a mixture of white vinegar and water.
- I treated the yard with Seven Dust.
- I closed the windows and turned the AC on as fleas need a certain humidity and temperature to hatch. Not sure if my little window unit can reduce the humidity and temp enough, but it’s worth a try.
- The girls (and I, I’m embarrassed to admit) are getting spritzed thrice daily with a 50/50 mixture of water and organic apple cider vinegar (ACV). Inara also gets spritzed on her legs and belly before she goes out, every single time.
- I’m vacuuming every single day and doing laundry every two days.
I’m exhausted. Every time I see a black speck I go all Rambo-like and fly at it to snatch it and kill it if it’s a flea. I stare obsessively at Inara, watching for any nasties. If I have a normal itch I get all paranoid. I DREAM about fleas. So fingers crossed that my suburban warfare was effective and they disappear.