No Medicine: Please Let Me Scratch in Peace

I don't know what I am going to do
with this family of mine:
they are both obsessed with my health.
Mommy usually brings it up.
We can be sitting in the living room: She
will be in her chair, Peggy will be on the couch
and I will either be on the rug or in my bed.

I will happen to raise a paw and begin scratching.
Well, Mommy will start growling about fleas. She
will say to Peggy,"When do you spray him again?"

If it has been awhile, I am seized (usually by Peggy) and out to the storage room we go. Once inside, she closes the door and puts me down. She takes hold of my collar and holds me. Mommy takes down a spray bottle and sprays me.

When they turn me loose and open the door, they both stand and laugh at me as I run all over the yard.

Whenever one of my ears twitch, here comes Peggy with the little blue rubber thing. I run and hide, but she always finds me and puts something in my ears.

I supposed I'll have to wait until I an in my room in my box to scratch, where I can't have anyone to come in and put any of that awful medicine in me or on me.