Max and I were watching television this morning, both of us still half asleep. We were sitting on the couch and I was absentmindedly petting Max. When I was petting his head, I felt a strange bump. Even before I dug through his thick fur I knew what it must be: a tick. A close examination with a flashlight (my house has terrible lighting) confirmed my suspicion.
Anyone who knows me well can say that I hate bugs. In fact, I am terrified of them. Growing up, I would scream anytime I saw a spider. In college, I used to wake up my roommates in the middle of the night to rescue me from flies and earwigs. I know it’s pathetic.
This morning, when faced with this horrible tick on my precious puppy, I didn’t even question what I had to do. Although I cannot say that I wasn’t incredibly grossed out by the whole thing, I patiently fed Max cookies while I extracted the tick with tweezers. I googled how to remove a tick before I started, so I knew to try to get the tick’s head and everything, and I think I did it right. Max didn’t even seem to notice what was going on.
This was a big step for me. I love my puppy so much that I will do anything for him. Since getting Max I have been peed on, I have been vomited on, I’ve had to pick up poop, and now I’ve had to remove a tick. And he’s still the best thing that’s ever happened to me.