Kudos to My Sweet Baboo

Today, I sing the praises of Hick, my sweet baboo.

Hold on! I am not responsible for the medical bills of those who just fainted or split open their chin(s) as they dropped to the floor. Toughen up, buttercups. Or bandage your own wounds.

One of our dogs, Tank the beagle, has been having issues. He acts like something is hurting him. Writhes on his back. Bites at his nether region. Yelps for no apparent reason. So I made him an appointment with our vet. He hasn't been in a while. Because it costs more to get your dog a check-up than it does for your kid.

Hick got up early, hunted down the dog, crated him, and drove him to the vet for his 8:45 appointment. Seems that all Tank has wrong with him is a bad flea infestation. I suppose Vet would know. She stuck her finger up his butt and everything. Much to Tank's dismay. Hick had to hold him while he snarled. He's a testy one, that Tank. He still has all his parts, if you know what I mean. Normally, our pets have that very special operation, but Tank has papers, and thus escaped the knife. He's kind of a masculine hot-head at times.

Hick was a bit surprised. He told Vet, "But I put Frontline on him!" According to Vet, it has to be Frontline PLUS. Or else the flea eggs are not killed. She shaved a patch off Tank's back to get a good look at his doggy scalp. Now Tank has three kinds of medicine, and an Rx for a good old-fashioned bath. Vet advised that the water will turn red, from the flea detritus that coats Tank's skin. Hick asked why the other two dogs who run with Tank are not having this problem. Vet said they are probably infested also, but that Tank must have an allergy to the fleas.

Don't that beat all? A dog, allergic to fleas! And it only cost us $142.03 to find out! That's 177.5 Diet Cokes! Not that I begrudge my pet proper medical care. Even though that's almost half a year's worth of soda. And Tank is not even my favorite dog.

After Hick medicated Tank and turned him loose, he went to help one of his older sons move. Then he came back home, grabbed the keys to my Tahoe, and took it to find out why the right rear tire loses four pounds of air a week. Even though he told me last week that the tire people would never be able to find such a slow leak. But they DID! Said it was a loose valve stem. Supposedly fixed it. But like Hick said, he took it to Walmart, so we need to watch it and make sure that was really the problem.

But the sweetest babooish thing my Hick did for me today was bring me a 44 oz. Diet Coke when he returned with my Tahoe!

I am a very lucky woman.