Uhmm, that is NOT a tick!

Well I made it to Rhode Island. It was off the hook. I had NO idea where we were going, and a couple of hours later, we arrived at this seemingly wooded area. I got out to do my business and then there she was, Gracie. The most beautiful Rottweiler I had ever seen. She was big and muscular, and playful! Well we played for a few minutes and then her parents put her inside their house and brought out, Greta, I think it was her Grandma. Greta was nice and a little old. They both introduced me to their backyard. It is the holy grail of backyards, so I assume since I don’t have one (reference living in downtown Salem). It was huge! So we ran and played, and you know what- they have the ocean in their backyard too, seriously, it's off the HOOK. Later that night, minding my own business, their Mom told Rosanna she thought she saw a tick on me, on my belly. So my Mom sort of lifted me up, and their Mom (Ms. J) showed her by pointing at it. Rosanna told her, she thought it was OK. Well Ms. J insisted, said ticks are really bad there and looked again, this time she touched it…
YUP…it was not a tick… it was my Wee Wee, I am not sure if I am more mortified that she touched me where my bathing suit covers, OR that she thought my Wee Wee was a tick. My Mom said she didn't know because she has girl dogs- WHATEVER! I feel dirty.

(The original post for this entry was June 19th, 2009-before we came to Blogspot. Since then Greta has passed and lives strong in our memory, always a part of our extended dog family, waiting for us at the rainbow bridge)