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Thursday, 23 May 2013
Before I came to live in France I knew nothing about Ticks. I'd once seen a dog in Normandy with the inside of his ears looking like bunches of white grapes, but, back in the UK, our own dog, Hamlet, had never suffered.
Then back in about 1975, poor old Hamlet caught Tick Fever here in France. He was pissing coffee-coloured piss, and was obviously un-well. Luckily it didn't take much to cure him, and after a couple of days he was fine.
Since Hamlet died, back in about 1980, we didn't have a dog until Monty arrived just over two years ago. And now Ticks are once again a daily problem.
Monty's fur is pale honey coloured, and when returning from walks any ticks can usually be spotted and removed quite easily. Bok, being black, the Ticks stand out as dark red in colour, and again can be quite easily removed.
But there are always others that hide under their fur, and eventually dig-in and fatten themselves on their blood, so we are obliged to keep a constant look-out for the little beasts by running our hands over them several times a day.
This year Ticks seem to be everywhere; in fact I don't think I've ever known a year as bad. We're taking extra-special care with their Tick treatment, and checking them over almost constantly. When the hay is cut things might improve, but for the moment it's a bloody nightmare.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!