Utter the word ‘ears’ in my house and you’ll see Patty, our female Bull Terrier dart for cover.  She hates to have her ears cleaned.  Several years ago when she arrived in our home as a rescue, her ears were caked and filthy requiring daily cleaning for a week.  She didn’t like it one bit but allowed me to do it.  For a long time her ears were great and only required cleaning once a month.

     This past year both she and Gavin (our white male) began to have an ear problem again.  We think the ear mites came from his close encounter of the feral cat kind.  Ear cleanings became a daily routine again.  Gavin didn’t mind but poor Patty wasn’t thrilled.  The ear mites are gone now but I do an ear check and cleaning once a week.

     I only have to say the word ‘ears’ and Patty will dash for her crate.  I’ve learned to close the door before saying THE E WORD because trying to get her out of the crate after someone says THE E WORD is like pulling an elephant through a hula-hoop.  As it is, she attempts to hide behind Dear Hubby’s foot, his chair, under the kitchen table, or on a chair with her eyes closed.  Yes, she does the old if I can’t see you, you can’t see me routine.

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