Starting a new blog

Well, looks like I'm going to be starting a new blog site.  The old one isn't functioning majority of the time. I'm going to work on copying over all my previous blogs so I don't lose them.  Hopefully that's a possibility even if it means using the copy and past function.  Now begins the fun of learning all the new quirks with using a new website.  How to publish.  How to share to social media.  I'd just got it figured out on the other one.

While the other blog site has been down I haven't had much going on in the way of amusing stories.  The only thing close was getting a tick off of Nash's (the 5 month old 50 pound puppy) eyelid.  I'm absolutely 100% positive we went about it every wrong way possible.  He was up in my lap and I was rubbing his head and I saw this little brown spot.  Him being black, white and gray it just barely stuck out right on his upper eyelid.  It wasn't a big dog tick, it was a little bitty seed tick.  Anyone that knows me very well at all knows I don't do bugs of any kind including fleas and ticks.  My dogs aren't allowed to have creatures crawling on them and they are treated regularly to ensure they don't.

Don't think much about it and reach up to pull it off.  His eye had been getting a lot of "sleep" in it each day, maybe this was playing into it.  Apparently it was a little sore because he didn't want me touching anywhere near his eye.  Ok, so I'm going to have to hold his head while I grab it.  Nope, 50 pounds of puppy said his head wasn't being held still.  Ok, Jimmie can hold him, while I try and hold his head and grab the tick.  Nope, Nash was having none of it.  So I'll hold him and Jimmie can try and hold his head and get it.  NOPE!!! He was really having none of that.  Let him down to calm down, by now he's a little traumatized.  Good thing our dogs aren't snappers, or growlers.

I take him into the kitchen and get him a treat thinking I'll distract him with food while I grab it. Nash will do anything for food.  Of course I have to give Goober one also because he's upset just watching.  I can see him trying to tell Nash "If you'll just hold still it will be over with".  Hand him the treat and while he's chewing, go in for the grab.  Nope, he made a run for it.  So he ended up tackled on the kitchen floor. 5 foot me wrestled 50 pound puppy to the ground and I used my weight to "cover" him.  Basically he was laying on the floor on his belly, I was on my knees in the floor sitting on him like a horse, using my leg muscles to hold him still while laid down over the top of him holding his head.  He was actually quite calm now and let me mess with his eye.  Next problem. I have no fingernails.  I can't grab the damn tick, and it's on his eyelid.  Eyeballs are squishy.  any pressure on the eyelid and it mushes into his eye so you can't grab the stinking thing. It was like trying to get a tick off of Jello.  Yell at Jimmie to please get me the tweezers (no I don't recommend this but I was out of options and was very careful) because Nash was calm and I couldn't move. Get the tweezers and start trying to get the tick off.  By now he's a little tired of me sitting on him.  As soon as the tweezers touched the tick he made a dash for it.  he escaped, and the tick was still attached.  I go to get up and realize I've been on my knees on the tile floor so long I can barely stand up and when I do my legs are shaking so bad from using every muscle in them to hold the dog still that they will barely hold me up.

Go to the living room retackle the dog and start over sitting on the carpet (much easier on the knees).  Finally get ahold of the tick and it pulls off only to realize it's dead, dehydrated and crispy.  It's probably been dead a long time which would be expected since he is on Frontline, but I would have expected it to have fallen off as soon as it got on him.  So after 20 minutes of one of the hardest workouts I've ever had I was literally sweating and muscles shaking but the dead tick was removed from our poor now traumatized puppy.  Goober has sat by him the whole time and I can imagine him now saying "told you she'd win.  Should have just sat still to begin with"     Disclaimer:  there were no dogs injured in the previous story, only thing hurt might have been his feelings because I WON!