And by "they", you should all know what I'm talking about. In case you aren't sure, let it suffice it to say that they are very small and leggy, like to bounce on and bite every living creature, and have a name that starts with "f" and ends with "a".
If you still can't guess what they are, I'm sorry but I never say their name aloud.
At any rate, they happen to especially love eating this little guy, a.k.a. Beowulf the Hero, a.k.a. my dog.
What's more, they're impossible to get out of his fur because Mr. Hero happens to be a Yorkie-Pom, and apparently Poms are descended from the Spitz breed of dogs, which unfortunately hail from really wet, cold places and have a lot of really waterproof hair, which Beowulf inheirited.
Hence, it takes almost an hour just to get my five-pound dog wet.
|Can you see the family resemblance?|
Anyways, let's just take a moment to cross our fingers and pray that they have not returned. (But remember not to say their name out loud.)