If you read Talking Dogs yesterday you saw this photo. Many probably recognized Jeffie.
A couple of mornings ago, I was out in my studio taking photographs of new jewelry for For Love of a Dog and Bittersweet Ridge. The south side of my studio is all floor to ceiling windows overlooking our garden, creek and a series of springfed ponds.
My map drawing skills leave a lot to be desired, but this may help:
Something caught my eye and I was startled to see little Miss Rosie between the south garden perimeter fence and the big pond. She was looking straight at me and I know that she knew she shouldn't be out there. By the time I made is outside, she was back in the backyard.
I looked for Rudy, who has, in fact, been known to jump the yard fence. Rudy was up on the deck. What a good boy!
How did this happen? Some idiot left the gates open. Both the gate from our backyard into the garden AND the gate from the garden over by the greenhouse which leads to pretty much our whole acreage.
So, anyway, I call (and call) for Jeffie... no Jeffie in sight.
Whoops! Could that be Jeffie?
Oh, yeah. That's Jeffie alright!
Sitting in the most marshy area of the creek, in the middle of cattails.
I forgot to add it to my little map, but there is a gate from the backyard to the creek, which is where I headed. I'm standing on the edge of the march, calling and coaxing Jeffie. He would not budge.
I holler for the idiot and he goes into action. Around the garden he goes, crosses the pond via the bermed road, and advances on Jeffie from the other side of the creek.
He reports that Jeffie is not stuck or hung up in any way. Jeffie appears to be afraid to venture into the creek, so won't cross it and come back to me and the yard.
Of course, when Jeffie realizes the Dog Daddy is over there on his side, he's happy to oblige all the coaxing and join the Dog Daddy for a walk back home.
Unfortunately, it wasn't until Jeffie had been back in the house for a little while that we noticed the little spots that pretty much covered him. TICKS! Lots and lots of the little devils. We've never picked so many ticks or so fast. We stopped counting in the 50's.
Thanks to the topical treatment our dogs are sporting this year, the ticks on Jeffie were on the move... to his face, lower legs and feet.
Our blogger friends at My Brown Newfies had just posted a great article about ticks this year. The tick forecast is: gonna be a bad one. We'd already noticed way more ticks than usual, hence the topical treatment this year. Boy, little did we know!
Still picking a stray tick here or there. Have run the vac (too much) to catch any that abandoned the good ship Jeffie. Suspect I'll be creepy crawly for a long time to come. Needless to say, Jeffie has been banned from sleeping with us. AND we learned that not only does he not like the doggie swimming pool, our Tick King, Jeffie, is not about to put his feet in a creek!
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