So while sitting down to watch the Jubilee Concert, we discovered CJ had a massive tick on her front leg. We assumed she must have picked it up whilst running around up on The Downs earlier, but after a quick browse on the Internet, it was clear we had to remove it.
Words like “disease”, “infection”, “permanent disability” sent Helen into a mini panic mode and instead of trying to find an emergency vet on a Bank Holiday Tuesday, I proposed we did ourselves.
A quick tutorial on YouTube later and we had CJ in the conservatory ready for the removal. However she was quite awake having been chasing us around The Downs earlier on and was in no mood to lie still.
A dog owner with a Newfoundland who’d we’d met had suggested Piriton (an antihistamine) to make her dozy for when we trim her, so we decided now would be the perfect time to try this theory out. One tablet and 30 minutes later, CJ was quite willing to lie down and let us take a look.
It was quite a big tick and despite several articles saying I shouldn’t use them, I grabbed a pair of tweezers, grabbed around the head, rotated and pulled it. As far as I could see, I got the whole thing, pincers and all and CJ barely even noticed. Two days later and there doesn’t appear to be any residing illness or effects.