My Sister's Dog

Love for my sis makes me like her own Bolshevik so though I would rather swallow a stranger's lipstick, I babysat 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. When he suddenly rolled over, my reaction was slick - I grabbed up the pliers and I surely grabbed 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 happy picnic. He examined Limerick who whined long and thick then laughed, Honey, he said, you funny lunatic - You have been pulling at a mole, poor dog has no tick