They didn’t live next door to us for long. But life was never dull while they were here.
They moved down from the foothills bringing two brown hound dogs which they kept in the backyard. The dogs obviously longed for human attention. Every time we went out, they whimpered at the fence and when we climbed up to look over, they did a little dance of joy.
Around that time, I found two ticks on my dogs. Bloodsucking ticks I am convinced are the most evil creatures on the planet…bar none.
I had seen ticks before—lots of them—but never one that was engorged with blood. When I found the first one, I panicked. That sucker was huge! I rushed the dog to the veterinarian and I may have made a hysterical scene in the reception area.
The veterinarian assured me that it was “just a tick” and showed me the way to remove them with tweezers so that no part of it remained in the dog’s skin.
The second one I found a few days later was almost as frightening, even though it was quite tiny. I pulled it out and put it on a tissue while I put antiseptic on the dog. When I turned back, the tick was gone! It was crawling across the table. It had survived a death tug.
Zombie tick!
Aaaargh!
I talked to my friend who owns a nursery about what to use to get rid of them. He had never heard of ticks being a problem in Central Valley yards, but they were a growing problem in the foothills.
Click. Neighbors moving in from foothills with dogs=ticks. Not a coincidence.
He suggested I spray the concrete walkway by the fence and keep the dogs away from the area. I shouldn’t have to spray my whole yard, but if the neighbors’ dogs have ticks, they will keep migrating over.
I asked the neighbor if she had noticed any ticks on their dogs.
“Oh, yes!! We pull ticks off of them all the time. They probably come down from these big old trees out here. The city oughta come out and spray these trees. I don’t know why we even pay taxes.”
Huh?
She went on to detail the problem her mother was having up in the foothills with rats in her yard. She was feeding the cats outside and rats were coming in at night to eat the food. Her mother had spent two days on the phone trying to get someone from the city or county or state to come out and get rid of the rats, but they kept sending her from one department to the next. She didn’t know why we even pay taxes.
Obviously there was no use in giving her a civics lesson. After she agreed to keep the dogs in the garage for a while, I sprayed their yard while she watched Oprah.
I did frequent tick checks on my dogs and kept them away from the fence. Soon no more ticks.
Then a short time later she came over to tell me that someone had broken into their house from the alley and stolen their TV set and Nintendo. “And they took the dogs.”
Normally that would be a sad thing, but I flashed on those sweet lonely dogs greeting the thieves with a happy dance and following them to their car.
“There are too many criminals running around today,” she said. “The gover’ment oughta do something.”
The police had come out to take a report. She was quite pissy that they didn’t seem to be too interested in treating this as a high priority crime: one TV set, a Nintendo, and two unlicensed dogs were missing. She didn’t know why we even pay taxes.
I suggested she might want to check the shelter to see if anyone had turned in the dogs, but she didn’t seem interested in learning this new skill.
They moved away a short time later. I hope they have found a place to live where the government takes care of her.