Yep it was another typical day in my gated community when the moon came out above the tree tops and was slightly cut in half by the watertower on the north end of town; which somebody with a paintbrush one late night scribbled the words-I need a Job-cause I ain't got no more beef jerky!!!
I do belive it may have been done by some pranskter very near to my own front door--yes indeed! I wonder now what Scarby was doing one evening when I was up late watching the marathon series of Duck Hunter Dinesty--and I just happened to here someone going out to the garage and rattling what sounded like my aluminum ladder and some paint cans clanging around; but I just shrugged it off as the neighborhood possum making his rounds through the local garbage cans!!
Well, it was no surprise the other day when I went to the vet with Scarby to make sure those yard ticks do not get under his collar and bleed all the blood out of his half alive corpse; and as I signed in my pets name on the roster or appointment sheet; there was another owner with the same breed of dog like Scarby next to us on this long couch; but his animal had hair all over it and it looked like a show dog and it's teeth were well brushed and it's fur was shinny and perfectly groomed!
While my mutt had barely any patches of hair left that the mange had not already taken out; and Scarby was no match for this sleak hounddog! That may have been why Scarby chose to move away from that spot and get next to the three foot Iguana with the runny nose problem-and the one missing eye!!
Scarby felt very comfortable around someone more unattractive then himself-which gave him a sense of dominance and also a sudden onset of a bladder infection from drinking out of the lizards cup of termite lotte!!
The infection did not show up for days but we had no trouble tracing it back to this fowl brew at the vets office-or maybe Taco Bell-but that had its own set of gastric problems!!
When the vet worker called Scarby's name I immediately stepped forward tugging and pulling on the leash that would not budge from Scarby's neck!
Finally when we got him into the vet's office it was plain to see that the air had to clear first before the Doctor would be able to minister tick medicine to my dog's shaffed neck!!
I tried to shrug off the discouragement once the doctor took his hand off my shoulder having told me that he has never seen such a hopeless case as with this patient of mine!
Just before Scarby and I left the Vet's office--there happen to be a dish of RIFD micro chips in the room which the doctor puts a single microchip into the fur of each pet so that the animal can be located if lost!!
Well Scarby thought they were potato chips and finding a salt shaker in the back employees lounge; he salted the transponders with the seasoning and proceeded to eat the micro chips while I was busy paying the bill from the visit!
It appears these microchips that Scarby ate have a ticking sound that goes off once they are activated by the main GPS monitoring system!!
Now it looks like Scarby's TICK problem has become internal!!
You know what? That really TICKS me off!!!!!
The moral of this story is do not let anyone tick you off because we have enough ticks of our own to be ticked off about!