My sister, Rachel, dropped by and took one look at Daisy.
“You can’t keep using those treatments,” she said. “You’re fighting the wrong battle.”
“The wrong battle?” I asked.
“Fleas don’t just live on your dog,” she explained. “They live in your house. In the carpet, furniture, even the cracks in the floor. You’re killing the ones you see, not the ones hiding.”
That was my lightbulb moment.
For months, I’d been fighting fleas directly, but never the environment that kept bringing them back.
Then she pulled out a small white plug-in device and handed it to me.
“This is what saved Coco,” she said.