Tuesday was Mange Day.
Being social they go out and get invovled
with all sorts
so of course
come home with mange.
So I had to go and get more mange treatment.
Of course, they behave as if the act of bathing
is torture and run.
The two little ones I still have, Runty and Elections
are easy to catch.
Cricket, my found puppie is another one who decides
whatever it is I am trying to do she will object.
Niblets, the Mike Tyson of dogs...three times I had
to care for a bloody half dead mess of a dog who
can't stay out of fights, happens, however to be
intelligent.
He walked away from me and the treatment and
I said, "Fine, I don't like you anyway."
So stopped, and lay down.
Junie, the mother dog, I don't even bother.
She's totally feral. Eventually while she was
eating I doused her with the remainder in
a bucket.
Petunia actually lay down and allowed me to
bath her.
I don't know where France is, haven't seen
her, so she could have packed up and left.
Denys, the Alpha was another ambush bath.
Oh joy.
Three more weeks of Mange baths.
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