My Sister's Dog

Love for my sis makes me like her own bolshevik, so though I'd rather swallow a stranger's lipstick, I sat her ground-dweller, her dog, named Limerick. Once, outside while his wiz-biz defied arithmetic, I noticed he had one gross, fully plump black tick. All that was nearby were pliers and a yardstick but when he rolled over, my reaction was slick - I grabbed up the pliers and I surely grabbed them quick before thoughts of bloody surgery made me sick! Limerick was still while I pinched at my gross vic. I pulled but that slimy tic bugger was too slick. Over and over, I failed at click, pull and then flick. When Limerick cried out and gave me a tender lick, I called for my husband to join our picnic. He examined Limerick who whined long and thick, then laughed, 'Honey," he said, "you funny lunatic, you've been pulling at a mole, poor dog has no tick." March 23, 2020