But wait, a second look, a second feel, and there was...ANOTHER ONE. Ugh. Get the qtips back out - get in position to hold her down again, lots of "Yes, you're a goood girl, yes yes yes, gooooood girl." - Mission Accomplished.
I am being over dramatic of course. I am very lucky my boss loves dogs. And that my co-workers don't think I am crazy. And that Advantix works (I should mention here that my co-worker said they were practically dead, just clinging to the fur). Finn's fine - lots of treats and she's back to her old normal self - sleeping with her head under my table's leg!