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Taste of peppermint Touch from a gentle warm hand Mahogany smell
By Rowan Finley about a month ago in Poets
EeeeK!
Never rains… it pours! Our son’s sick and dog’s post-op Cat’s neck has a tick! * Thankfully they all survived. Hudson’s a good old dog and an excellent patient. He calmly submits to wearing old singlets — fashioned into body suits — to protect multiple abdominal wounds. It was almost the final straw to discover a tick on Mia’s ancient neck. Having long experience in dealing with ticks, we were surprisingly unsuccessful in removing it (after first ‘killing’ it with eucalyptus). An unplanned trip to the vet, along with her doggy brother confirmed my daughter’s assertion. Her ‘tick’ was a mole in disguise.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a month ago in Poets
