“We need to watch the dogs for ticks,” I casually observed.
I don’t remember what Mike said. Perhaps he just grunted, or snorted derisively, or maybe he said it was too soon.
At any rate, I was scratching Bess’ ears for her on Sunday after our trip to the farm when I found a tick on the underside. Then I found one crawling on the wall in the bedroom.
“Are you sure?” asked Mike. “Maybe it was a little spider.”
I assure you -- I know the difference between little spiders and ticks.
The next tick I found was crawling on Mike’s biking shorts as they hung in the bathroom. I don’t know where all these ticks came from. Perhaps that nap on the lawn at the farm had something to do with it.
Then, on Monday, as I was again scratching Bess’ ears, I picked another tick off her.
“Oh yeah?” said Mike. “I haven’t found any on her but she has a wart behind her left ear.”
“No, she doesn’t!” I answered, knowing full well that that was a tick, too. I dug deeply through her thick fur and confidently pulled the “wart” off.
“Okay,” said Mike. “I’ll treat her.” Out came the Bio-Spot and little Bess had her first tick-repelling treatment.
We haven’t found any ticks on Nellie, but when we go back to the farm, she’ll get a treatment, too.
Bess is such an energetic pup. Nellie is a bit of a “pillow potato.” Even in youth, she appreciated her morning nap on her pillow and extra recovery time after a hunt. Not so Bess. She’s excited to get out and participate in whatever is happening. If she gets a little tired, a short nap will bring her back to life. KW