I’m going to keep this short and sweet because this weekend we have been up to our necks in ticks. I’ve turned into an expert tick remover overnight (can I put that on a resume when my housewife stint is over?), and if I never see another bloody, bloated, disgusting tick in my life, I’ll be a happy girl. Have you ever removed a burrowed tick with your favorite Avon eyebrow tweezers? It’s not a pretty sight. Making sure you get the head completely out is a bitch and it’s even more disturbing when the tick has a piece of your new dog’s flesh in its mouth, as if its taking away a souvenir from its short-lived stay. We’ve fostered dogs who have been in sad shape before so I was expecting maybe one tick, but not three massive ones that look like they’re about to explode from blood consumption. Speaking of ticks exploding — one blew up in my face. Is this considered a low point in my life? Sad to say, I’m sure we’ll find even more; this pup is covered in bites and sores. And I feel like my skin is crawling.
Oh, and by the way. If you didn’t catch the excessive photos on Twitter and Instagram, we adopted a dog. We think he’s a dachshund/yorkie mix and his name is Oliver. Malcolm doesn’t quite know what to think yet. Since Oliver is still a puppy, Malcolm can’t play with him… so he just stares… and walks away. I’m sure they’ll be best of friends when little Ollie grows. He’s only 5 lbs at the moment and I constantly feel like I’m going to crush him.
We’re also in the process of packing up our apartment for our big move to Florida on Saturday. We always do everything last-minute because as luck would have it, the Queen of procrastination married the King of procrastination. Our movers will be here today and we only started yesterday. Yes, we are kicking ourselves.
Enough about my glamorous life. Let’s look at photos.
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