Ah, the country life...

    I have fleas.  Well, not me. I don't know, maybe me.  My house definitely has fleas.  I have flea bombed it and limed it.  I don't know what else to do.  It is because of that stupid dog.  She has fleas, I walk through the yard to the house and bring them inside.  I am going to have to spray the yard.  I have bites all over my ankles.  Little bitty red dots everywhere.  Last night, I put out small lights inside water bowls to try to catch them.  I don't think I caught very many.  When I walked outside this morning to go to work, the little blood suckers jumped on me again.  My neighbor has told me he knows someone who will take the dog, he thinks.  He will ask today. Maybe my flea trouble will be over soon.