Murphy is fine. Sophie is fine. Sophie also somehow dropped a pound in two weeks, which makes me think her weigh-in 2 weeks ago was read wrong, as she remains the solid little bumblebee. The dogs are fine, but once again, my checkbook is feeling woozy. Today Sophie had to go for a recheck on the anal gland issue (doing fine) and her annual rabies piece of paper and tag I never put on their collars, because the jingling drives me nuts, and Bordetella med, and poop inspection. And, also, Trifexis. Trifexis is a heartworm/flea/other worms thing, and I now swear by it. This is Florida; we fight some epic, year-round flea wars here. I've been through infestations, I've had the horrific experience of giving Murphy a flea bath and watching dozens and dozens of fleas swarm onto his tiny face to escape the shampoo. So Trifexis costs like diamonds, but it has truly kept us flea-free in the flea capital of the world. Still, $355 at the vet, and $216 was the Trifexis. Yeah. This is why I don't have a nicer car. Baby the Subaru was the best investment ever, because she's really going to have to go for at least 200,000 miles.