Neko is a good dog!
This is a funny story about a dog named Neko, a chow-pit mix. He was my son’s dog but at one stage I wound up with him. I was living in my RV at the time and there wasn’t much room, but Neko and I managed just fine.
One day I was sitting on the couch and he was laying next to me; I was scratching him. While doing so I discovered a tick on his side. After a bit I was able to remove it and all was fine.
I wanted to make sure he stayed tick free, so every couple of days I would check him over just to make sure. I feel really bad for animals that are eaten up with ticks or fleas. I can only imagine how horrible that would be.
All and all, Neko was a really good dog, and VERY smart. He usually minded well, except on those rare occasions when he pretended not to hear me( I think all dogs do that from time to time).
One night while I was watching TV, Neko came and jumped up on the couch with me so I could scratch his belly while I watched the tube. I was rubbing his stomach when I felt something. I got to looking at his belly, and there it was. A tick. The one from the other day was easy to remove; I just got a hold of it down around it’s head and was able to pull it out, no problem. I figured this one wouldn’t be a match for me either. I was wrong.
I got a hold of it like before and tried to yank it out. It slipped from my fingers and held fast to Neko’s tummy. I tried it a couple of more times with the same results. Neko squirmed a couple of times but didn’t try to jump off the couch. This little booger meant business, seems he wasn’t going to let loose.
I got up to go get my tweezers and returned to the couch. Neko looked at me kind of funny but didn’t get down. This time I got a good hold on it with the tweezers and I intended to pull it out. I gave it a hard yank and dang it, it slipped loose from the tweezers. Neko squirmed and tried to jump of the couch. I scolded him and told him to lay still; don’t be a bad dog! I latched hold of it again, and this time it was coming out!
I was able to get it squeezed tight with the tweezers, next to the skin. I clamped down on it hard and gave it a swift yank. Just as I yanked it, it dawned on me. “That’s not a Tick….it’s a Tit!” Neko yelped and jumped down from the couch and ran into the bedroom. After a couple of seconds he came back to the doorway and sat down staring at me. Oh, I felt horrible, that poor dog! He was looking at me as if to say ” Damn, mom, that hurt!”
Needless to say, Neko got three treats that night instead of his usual one. 
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