Mrs. Cleanest

Hey, germaphobes! If you were ever going to visit my house, now is the time. I have the world's cleanest dog and the world's cleanest house right at this very moment. The process of de-fleaing our little Daisy dog entailed spring cleaning on steroids. Every inch of carpet, every throw rug, every pillow, dust ruffle, mattress pad, couch cushion, bath mat has been vacuumed and/or washed and/or thrown in the dryer at inferno-grade temperatures and then vacuumed and/or washed and/or dried again. And maybe again.

The dog herself has been dipped and medicated and dipped and brushed and dried and scented. She is a delicious little ball of beige fluff decked out in her new hot-pink collar.

So, come on over and breathe in the smell of freshly washed linens. I just hope you don't mind if I check behind your ears first.