Hey Guys!
It’s me. Alfred. KING ALFRED.
Guys, last week, I did my 2013 Mother’s Day Shout Out. But, you know there’s been something that’s been bothering me since way before Mother’s Day. I didn’t 
want to tell you because I was embarrassed ’bout it.
Like, I’ve got this flea problem. I know I’ve had problems like this before. But, this time it’s real bad.
I had been scratching a lot and then the week before Mother’s Day my Moms came after me.
“Alfred, you haven’t had a flea treatment since we’ve been here in the DC Townhouse. I think the last time you had one was back in Durham,” my Moms told me.
“Yeah.. Like whadda ’bout it…?” I mumbled, dismissing my Moms.
“Well, I’m beginning to itch, and I think the whole bed has been taken over by fleas…!” My Moms said, her voice rising and her body coming after me. Suddenly, she lunged after me quickly, scoping me up. “Come here, KING! It’s time to get your flea medicine!”
“W-H-A-T-?-?-!/” I yelped.
I was taken by surprise!
Oh no! Not the flea medicine!
Guys, that stuff hurts.
“Now, just hold still, Alfred, and it will all be over,” Moms told me firmly.
Guys, I’m so embarrassed, but I cried. I cried when my Moms gave me my medicine. You know I put one of my new pictures up so you could see me lookin’ so brave but sometimes I’m not. I’m not brave. Like when my Moms gives me my flea medicine. It hurts so much.
Well, it has been like 2 weeks since my Moms gave me the treatment. But, she didn’t get my regular prescription but some kinda over the counter stuff. And, guys, like I’m still scratching. So is Moms. Last week, it got so bad that my Moms stripped the bed and washed everything – even our down comforter and all our pretty feather pillows that lay all over Moms’ bed. And, she put everything the in the dryer for like hours, guys.
“Alfred, this isn’t working. I’ve given you flea medicine. I’ve stripped down the bed and literally boiled the bedding and let it go through the dryer for hours. I’ve vacuumed all the floors and taken tons of clothing to the dry cleaners. I’ll have to invest in a super duper vacuum cleaner, too.
The only thing more I can do is re-give you your flea medicine. This time the prescription strength. So, I’ll have to take my Sunday afternoon and go to Banefield to get your prescription strength medicine.”
“Say W-H-A-T-??!! Not again!!”
Guys! I’m outta here!
See ya!
KING ALFRED
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