Benedryl?

Mom bought me some Children's Benedryl and is giving me 1/2 teaspoon at night and in the morning, too. We tried to call Aunt Elaine from the medicine aisle of the supermarket but ended up having to leave a message on her voice mail. I hope that's the right amount. I think that's what AbbeyMia gets.

I'd been scratching, wriggling on my back and rubbing up against the furniture. She thought maybe I had allergies. Egads, it's hot and I have been absolutely miserable. Mom was even checking for fleas, as if I'd have any. She'd been poking through my hair even on my butt (like...eeeyeeww?) and she found ONE FLEA. It tried to scurry away but she's fast. She nabbed it, squished it, and drowned it in the sink, and washed it down into the sewer lines.

And then she figured that since she was already there, why not give my lower half a bath with Palmolive dish detergent. Hey...if it's good enough for "Madge the Manicurist", it's good enough for me. Then I got dried off with a clean dish towel. Rub-a-dub dub, she said. (it tickled)

Woo hoo! I feel all refreshed again. And my butt and tail are everly so soft and manageable now, too! :o)

Tomorrow we go see Grandpa. I can't wait. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE him sooooooooooo much. He knows how to treat his GrandPuppy right.

Kisses...

Mary-Margaret "Call me Madge" O'Brien