Alone, lost and scared, the orphaned puppy struggles with thousands of ticks in his ears
“The thing Dr. is doing is checking the chicky chicky pup’s temperature, okay, before anything else.”
“My little chicky pup, my up, my baby, my baby boy, my precious little baby boy.”
“So now we’re going to weigh him a little. So he’s, as I said, extremely underweight.”
“Mhm.”
“Here is a Frontline. So we’re going to get the Frontline spray all over, which will kill all the ticks and fleas, little babies.”
“Okay, my little chicky pup, for the face as well. See, it’s just awful. It’s okay, it’s okay, baby. It’s important that we rub it everywhere, because we’ve got fleas, we’ve got mites, we’ve got all sorts of things, you see.”
“By pulling the ticks off, it would cause infections and sore skin. We’ve got to avoid that.”
“Now, when I see bigger dogs, strays with ticks like that, yes, you give them Bravecto if they’re stronger. But he’s a puppy. With a puppy, this is just awful. Can you see how horrendous these ticks are? It’s just awful.”
“Baby, everything’s going to die very, very quickly. Yes, no more ticks, no more ticks, awful enough.”
“So many people said, ‘Pull them out.’ You mustn’t pull them out when you’ve got a massive infestation. Frontline will kill them all and they fall off naturally. If you pull them out, it causes even more of a problem.”
“Exactly, my baby. How are those gums?”
“Oh, they’re a bit more pinky. They’re a bit more pinky. They were so white yesterday. Oh, my little baby, my sweetheart, my darling boy. You need to get better. You have to get better.”
“You sleep. I’ll take it back to the morning in just a minute, okay?”
“We love you so much. You’re so precious, baby boy. I’m just next to you if you need me, my little puppy, my little ticky-ticky puppy, my little ticky-ticky puppy. Are you tired, sweetie?”
“Going to take a while, baby. Ticky-ticky pup, who’s feeling better today?”
“Say, ‘Good morning! I’m feeling better, and I love the digestive biscuits, and I ate a little bit of dry food.'”
“My darling boy, ticky pup, and you two are best friends?”
“Yes, we did.”
“No more diarrhea! She’s eating like a horse, and she’s trying to take off the plaster—taking most of it off where she’s trying to pull off the rest of the plaster. Pay attention, she doesn’t like it, little babies. Jay’s going to France, and she’s going to England.”
“What about the babies here?”
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