I arrived home terribly jet-lagged. Hadn’t slept in nearly 48 hours. Traveled for 12 of those 48. Picked up the dog before the kennel closed ‘cuz hubby is out of town. Washed all the bedding because I was terrified of ticks. Fell into bed at 7 p.m. after telling the dog, “Come and wake me when you’re ready to lock up…” because Jake was lying out on the deck and yeah, let sleeping dogs lie. And he’s really smart and understands enough English to know what I meant.
So Jake came upstairs and woke me at 9:30. I locked up and slept until 5:30 this morning, and we were out on our hike by 6.
And thus I’ve spent the entire day seeking, finding, and pulling ticks off the dog, ticks he collected, not just this morning, but the entire 8 days I was away. And these swollen blood-sacks are more disgusting than you can possibly imagine. (Jake’s allergic to that tick repellent stuff.)
This, ladies and gentlemen, is how I know God is of the male persuasion. It would never occur to a woman to create a tick.
***I looked up photos of ticks for this blog post, but they made me so sick I could not use them. I am grossed out.***