Why, mommy, why are you torturing me?
It's tick season and Lizzy, poor thing, is a magnet. Especially those cute ears and she does not appreciate us yanking the nasty things out, when we call to her now, she goes and hides in her kennel. Pretty pathetic. We hadn't gotten the Frontline in time to prevent the infestation 'cos we are bad parents. Len finally got the stuff on her yesterday so we should not have to pull bugs out of her any more. Life in the country, it can be kind of gross.
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Bless her heart. We had to deal with fleas and ticks on the western side of the Sierras, but here in the rain shadow of the eastern slope, they don't exist and I don't miss them.
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