Sammy's a Good Boy

I feel bad because I keep having to trick my sweet little puppy into taking pills to help his neverending, blasted, annoying fleas. I put them in food, I put them in pill sleeves, I crush them up into things I know he loves. I'm obsessed with curing his flea issue, but nothing seems to be working, despite my hand-picking them out of his skin on a daily basis.

Still, he's been a remarkably good boy, all things considered. I really lucked out with my sweet little guy. Even as I've been sick, he'll snuggle up to me at night to make sure I'm OK. So cute.