Yesterday I spent a good bit of time with my war of the flies. I spent hours trying to calm the pupsters. Because several big flies got inside to wreak havoc with my afternoon.
Frantic Fear Of Flies:
At this point, Charlie got low to the floor and trotted as fast as he could to the bedroom. He looked like a helicopter was flying low over him.
Then he began to furiously scratch on a closet door until I got up and let him in one.
Charlie has lots of phobias. Most concern flying insects. Whether it be a big fly or a tiny gnat. Now Abi has taken up the phobia as well.
Usually she’s not a foot in distance from me. But I realized I hadn’t seen her in a bit, so got up from working on my computer to look for her.
This is how I found the pitiful creature.
Sitting in the dark in the bathtub. The last place I would look for her.
If there was a tornado in the area, Abi had it covered. She was in the best spot to not be blown away.
So I spent the afternoon with the zapper chasing the darned flies. I got one. The other one managed to escape me.
Today this is where Charlie is focused. He’s on the bed against the wall watching a squirrel that has been taunting him for days.
Apparently the fly got out or died. I hope it died a long and particularly painful death, for all the trouble it caused me.
Now look at him. Full alert. Shaking with excitement. The squirrel is but a few feet from him, with a window separating them. It is digging in one of my flower pots for dropped sunflower seeds.
A Dog Whisperer?
I need a dog whisperer. And somebody with better aim to chase those darned flies with the zapper. Someone who could do both would be fantastic.
So if you know of anyone with these skills, please let me know.
This would have to be a volunteer position. But I promise you hours of sitting on my lovely patio with the perfume of blooming flowers and all the coffee (or iced tea) you can drink.