I have now had my little visitors for a week and they have settled in quite nicely...... too nicely. 
It's like the house is theirs and I'm the guest. I don't see how 2 such tiny dogs can take up so much space. The worst thing has been that I have noticed that my little visitors have some little visitors of their own..
They'd only been at my house for a day when I noticed one of them scratching. I used to do a regular flea patrol on my dog but unfortunately got rid of her comb when she died. I drove to Asda and bought a new one and set to. I confirmed my worst fears by using the comb and must have pulled 30 of the little buggers off the dogs, plus hundreds of eggs. I'm itching whilst writing this........ I have sprayed all of the carpets and bedding several times over and the dogs have been combed several times since that first day.
I don't think my dad gives them tablets or drops. These are miniature Yorkies with very sensitive skins but Daisy seems to enjoy the combing and will lie there for hours and let you do it. Molly hates being messed with, she'll let you run the comb through a couple of times then runs away. My dad did leave some insecticidal shampoo, so when I have a day off they're both getting a bath whether they like it or not....
Fleas are my pet hate (pardon the pun), but I have the patience of a saint when it comes to their extermination. This definitely stems from childhood and our old cat Delilah. I loved Delilah and would sit her on my knee for hours. I used to root constantly through her soft fur when one day I spotted a little visitor at the base of her tail. Being a cat lover and a child, I got out my cat book in order to try and identify exactly what I had to deal with. It was my first experience of fleas but I like a challenge. There were no tablets or drops back then, just powder and sprays. I soon learned that Delilah hated the powder, it made her cough and choke so I resorted to getting them out of her fur manually.
D would stay still on my knee for ages and I would root through her fur, trap the little buggers between the backs of 2 thumbnails and squeeze the nails together to produce a rather satisfying little cracking sound. I would then remove the dead flea and chuck it into the bin. I continued with this practice throught my childhood and the rest of Delilah's life. Our younger cat Tommy would also succumb to this treatment but only for limited amounts of time. In later years I used a comb and container of water with a small squirt of washing up liquid in it. I would flick the fleas from the comb into the water. Death is almost instant, I'm not sure whether they drown or whether the washing up liquid poisons them, but really couldn't care less, whatever the reason, it has the desired effect.
So this week I have returned to my childhood, gone back in time.. Daisy is like the patient Delilah who is happy to sit and be groomed for hours. Molly is the more elusive Tommy who will let you groom for a minute or 2 then get bored and do one....
It's like the house is theirs and I'm the guest. I don't see how 2 such tiny dogs can take up so much space. The worst thing has been that I have noticed that my little visitors have some little visitors of their own.. They'd only been at my house for a day when I noticed one of them scratching. I used to do a regular flea patrol on my dog but unfortunately got rid of her comb when she died. I drove to Asda and bought a new one and set to. I confirmed my worst fears by using the comb and must have pulled 30 of the little buggers off the dogs, plus hundreds of eggs. I'm itching whilst writing this........ I have sprayed all of the carpets and bedding several times over and the dogs have been combed several times since that first day.
I don't think my dad gives them tablets or drops. These are miniature Yorkies with very sensitive skins but Daisy seems to enjoy the combing and will lie there for hours and let you do it. Molly hates being messed with, she'll let you run the comb through a couple of times then runs away. My dad did leave some insecticidal shampoo, so when I have a day off they're both getting a bath whether they like it or not....
Fleas are my pet hate (pardon the pun), but I have the patience of a saint when it comes to their extermination. This definitely stems from childhood and our old cat Delilah. I loved Delilah and would sit her on my knee for hours. I used to root constantly through her soft fur when one day I spotted a little visitor at the base of her tail. Being a cat lover and a child, I got out my cat book in order to try and identify exactly what I had to deal with. It was my first experience of fleas but I like a challenge. There were no tablets or drops back then, just powder and sprays. I soon learned that Delilah hated the powder, it made her cough and choke so I resorted to getting them out of her fur manually.
D would stay still on my knee for ages and I would root through her fur, trap the little buggers between the backs of 2 thumbnails and squeeze the nails together to produce a rather satisfying little cracking sound. I would then remove the dead flea and chuck it into the bin. I continued with this practice throught my childhood and the rest of Delilah's life. Our younger cat Tommy would also succumb to this treatment but only for limited amounts of time. In later years I used a comb and container of water with a small squirt of washing up liquid in it. I would flick the fleas from the comb into the water. Death is almost instant, I'm not sure whether they drown or whether the washing up liquid poisons them, but really couldn't care less, whatever the reason, it has the desired effect.
So this week I have returned to my childhood, gone back in time.. Daisy is like the patient Delilah who is happy to sit and be groomed for hours. Molly is the more elusive Tommy who will let you groom for a minute or 2 then get bored and do one....