Last night, Callie had a play date with her yellow lab bestie, Maisy. They had a wonderful time but went through a bunch of underbrush in search of the perfect stick (turns out that there is more than one perfect stick). Once we got home, I got out the brush to try to restore some order to Callie's coat and to remove the grass and debris and approximately nine billion burrs (ok, maybe not nine billion...I stopped counting after I got to 200). While I was brushing, petting, and just loving on Callie, I felt a bump on her back. I parted the fur and there was a brownish black disc. Our first tick of the season! I got the matches and did the "hot match" trick on the back of the bump. It came off, but it turns out that it wasn't a tick...just a scab that I somehow hadn't noticed (and I don't see how I didn't notice it - we do nightly tick-checks). So - Callie had a wound that I didn't see or feel AND then I stuck a hot match on a scab on her back, and then pulled the scab off. None of it seemed to bother her in the least but I feel like the WORST MOTHER IN THE WORLD. The guilt!
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