We’re having an influx of gnats in San Antonio, or at least in my neck of the woods. I’m going nuts. I’ve done everything, but I suspect they come in every time I let Stanley out. Or around the windows. Or something. I have an indoor bug zapper on the floor next to the back door.
Stanley is terrified of the zapper. He flinches every time it kills one of those suckers. Nothing I’ve tried for the past week is working. He will not go in the kitchen. That means he won’t eat. He won’t drink.
Tonight I brought Stanley’s food and water to him in the office. Yes, he is spoiled and yes, I am co-dependent.
Hi, my name is Karen and I’m a dogaholic.