The temperature has crept up a little. Spring is here. The daffodils are flying a lot of cheerful yellow and optimistic shrubs are sprouting unaware that a frost is bound to get them in the night if they stick their stubby green fingers out too soon.
And Porridge has her first tick of the season sprouting just behind her ear. The warmer weather brings them out as well. What loathsome things they are! I have given it a good soak in tick poison, which, judging from the instructions is not exactly good for people or dogs either, but is the lesser of two evils since:
It is bad enough trying to get a dead tick out without leaving the head behind, and impossible when it is alive.
If you don’t get the head out it can cause an infection, and if you don’t remove the tick it can be a carrier of many nasty viruses, some of which can kill your dog very quickly, or so my vet doggie friend says.
I was just about to launch into a rant about ticks and tapeworms being sound evidence of, if not necessarily the absence of a deity, at least the absence of a benevolent deity…more like a stroppy bad tempered sort of deity with a rather twisted sense of humour, if you must have one at all…when I had a phone call from England that put my trivial examples back into perspective. It is not my story so I cannot tell it to you, but the title of my post is sitting up there as if it knew beforehand. It was some bad news, but not as bad as it could have been…my title is wrong…it was the cloud that had a silver lining.
And if you must have a deity, well it’s alright with me. Whatever gets you through the night in this hard world…
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