Parting Gifts

Today was our last day in West Virginia and of course we just couldn't leave without a few parting gifts. Like a couple yellow jacket stings, and of course, some mandatory fleas. Poor Kilo. The yellow jackets got him because he's a blundering fool who foolishly disturbed the bush they were encamped under. They were not happy. So Kilo got stung by some insects and then dossed up on benadryl by his paranoid owner - we don't need any more complications right now, especially not of the allergic reaction emergency vet bill kind. No, no thank you, benadryl is a lot cheaper. Luckily Kilo is already on flea prevention, due to the fact that he likes to go romping through high grass and generally enjoys outdoor activities that result in flea infestations. So the flea problem will go away shortly, but I really hate fleas. I hate the whole idea of them. Nasty little things.

Oh, and the general consensus from West Virginia is that Kilo is one very unusual and large dog. A typical conversation went something like this:
Stranger: "What kind of dog is that?"
Me: "A Leonberger."
Stranger: "A what?"
Me: "A Leonberger."
Stranger: nonplussed look
Me: "l-e-o-n-b-e-r-g-e-r"
Stranger: "Huh. Never seen a dog like that before. Cute though."
People generally equate him to either a bear or a lion, no one can decide, but they all agree that he's 'big'. I'm beginning to think that Kilos knocked some of my brains out because he doesn't seem all that big to me anymore. Sometimes I even think he's a bit on the small side.