Pouvez-vous traiter mon animal contre les tiques et les vers

It snowed about 4-1/2 inches last night and I have a pathological fear of driving in the damned stuff, so I skipped my company's Christmas party and downloaded some kitschy French pop from the 1960s and photos of Brigitte Bardot instead.
Ooh-la-la! Appelez une ambulance!
I am fairly obsessed with France at the moment. I have never been there, sadly, although my globe-trotting sister has spent time there.
I also wish I had taken French instead of German as my foreign language in high school.
Who takes German?!?! And why?
French is so much better.
Even the most mundane phrases sound absolutely fabulous in French.
For example: Today's headline reads: "Can you please treat my pet for ticks and worms?"
Absolutely beautiful!
Right now I am listening to some of that French pop I downloaded last night.
France Gall... Adèle... Françoise Hardy... Patricia...
They could all be singing about their parasitic dogs and cats and I wouldn't care. It all sounds marvelous to me.