Our dog has worms, and he wonders why we don't let him on the couch with us anymore. He used to run into the bedroom to greet us in the morning, now he runs into my knee as I block the door to keep him out. We call him Captain Shameful.
He has been on the wormer two days, and seems to be about wormed out. He misses the companionship and company of a nap shared in front of the TV, but who wants to nap with a wormy dog?
The wormer cost $40 at PetSmart. The first dose put an end to several days of him dragging his posterior around and around on the carpet. At one point he was doing laps on the carpet like he was on a solo breakaway on the Champs-Élysées.
Dad: In light of Spike's visit at Thanksgiving, may I wholeheartedly suggest that you get your dog on wormer. It would not help your house sale AT ALL if your Realtor is giving her schpiel and Spike motors past doing the butt scratching boogie, leaving a trail of wrigglers on the carpet. You thought that the home finance crash was making your home hard to sell, imagine what Spike would do to your chances.
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