There is a lot of ticks about. Many of my friends have had some this spring, and yesterday mom and dad found one on me. They decided to remove it with tweezers. Big operation, big fuss. Surgical spirit, cotton wool, me getting held while dad worked away at the tick. It just would not come off. It got squeezed and deflated and bruised, but that was all. First thing this morning off we went to see the vet. After a little pinching and a lot of looking came the verdict: It is a skin flap. Not a tick. Embarrassing for mom and dad, but it made them feel they owed me. To compensate for my suffering we went for a day out at Loch Lomond. A walk, a swim, and lots of nice treats. Lucky tick.
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