This is a picture of something I like to call "Dog in the pit of death".
I guess it sounds morbid but from the top of the hill - you look down and see all these dead logs and twigs. After some close examination of the said area it turns out someone once had a bonfire there hence the perfectly formed circle of dead items.
The dogs name is Kia. Cute huh?
So this is the place that M pulled a woodtick off of himself and threw me into hysterics because I mean, I could have been eaten alive by one or something. Right?
All I know is that I had the hee-be-gee-bee's for a long while after that. Ugh... I'm SUCH an wuss.
2 comments:
You are a wuss. Woodticks aren't that bad. You should have seen some of the giantic blood filled little puss bags I've had to yank off of my dog!
yea yea yea... save it for your mama...
I know woodticks aren't that bad but I have a genuine fear of them. I mean, once, I had one in the middle of my back and because I live alone I couldn't get it off myself. I had to wait an entire day knowing that nasty thing was on my back until I could find someone willing to help me take it off.
This my friend is the reason I hate them - fear them - whatever. It's a total mind freak for me.
BLEH! gross....
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