Sparky is mortified that I’m telling this story.

Ticks are bad this year.  Sparky is treated with Frontline Plus, but that kills ticks after they bite and, hopefully, before any pathogens are transmitted.  I prefer to get any ticks before they bite Sparky or me, so I watch for any signs.

Sparky had a bath today, which he doesn’t enjoy, so I wanted to give him some extra quality time.  When we sit on the floor watching TV, Sparky likes to snuggle up.  We were nice and comfy when Sparky set to licking his undercarriage.  Not that unusual, but he had to stand up to squirm around so he could really get in there.  That seemed rather vulgar for a gentleman like Sparky.

I got him to lay down, then I rolled him over.  I didn’t see anything at first, then I found a tick on the end of his dick.  Seeing a wretched little tick, with those pointy barbed legs, crawling around on his little soft pink spot, made me shiver.

Sparky wasn’t sure what I was playing at, but when I removed the tick, he was relieved.  The photo above is from shortly afterward.  No need for a photo of the tick in action.  That mental image will haunt me.