It started so innocently – she got her leg caught up in her leash and I bent down to untangle her and WHAMMO – I felt a bump! I tried to hold down the fifty pound beast and reach for it again, but alas, she flailed and ran out of my grip. Was it, *gulp* a tick?!?? She wouldn’t let me hold her, and so, I called a co-worker in another part of the building. “COME UP HERE NOW.” A bottle of mineral spirits, some q-tips, a tweezer, the two of us holding her down, and viola! We got it.
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!