the gag reflex

I like to think of myself as a tough girl. I don't cry when I get a splinter, I often come upon bruises that I don't remember getting, and I curse when I stub my toe. I'm no ninny.

And then Pup gets a big fat ugly fat big tick in his forehead! And I gag a little and get the creepy crawlies and wish with all of my tough girl heart that tick was somewhere else chewing on someone else's dog's forehead.

Grrrrrrrross!

After a little online search on "how to remove a tick from a dog" I have settled on the Q-tip with mineral oil, followed by a gentle tweezing (pulling straight out). This will require two people at least, and may require the other person to do most of the work. Because I'm gagging just thinking about it.

I'd show you a picture but my skin crawls just looking at them so I'll attach a link from this word for you to click on. Beware, be forewarned, be less curious.

I did happen across a photographer's blog who came across a tick facing off with a spider. I have a hard time with spiders, too, so this photo is extra special.