I Hate Ticks =(

We went to look at a place on Saturday. Something we've done a gazillion times in the last six months. I hate it, it's boring. We go into a place, and walk around, but I'm not allowed to sniff anything or greet anyone. Then we go to another one. Over and over until we go home.

But this time was different. First of all, we'd been to this place before. Secondly, mom let me run around off-leash for a long time. She told me that this is our new home. Not sure what that means. It can't be what it sounds like, because we went home after a few hours.

Regardless, it was a lot of fun. The only bad thing that happened is that I got stuck in a mean bush. It bit me and wouldn't let go. I kept trying to go forward, and it didn't work. Mom told me to back out, and that worked, but it still hurt some. But it was okay because, once I got out, I got to run in something called a creek. Its like a pond, but shallow and the water moves.

We went home, and I was happy. Exhausted, but happy. Until mom said I had a tick on my eyelid. I don't know what that is, but I do know that it involved her pulling at my eyelid for what seemed like forever. And then my eye swelled shut. :(

It got better by the next morning. But then, last night, mommy said she found another tick on my other eyelid. More pulling. It was awful. But at least my eye didn't swell shut.

And now, she says we have to go to the vet for ticks. I don't know what that means, but it can't be good. I hate the vet. :(

If ticks mean pulling on my eyelids and going to the vet, I hate ticks even more than I hate the vet. >(

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