Three days ago Buddy and I were well in there (as they say) just northwest of the Forked River Mountains. Late that night I heard movement downstairs and my daughter asked me to come down. She was on the computer and noted Buddy running back and forth from the living room and her room. He had really wild eyes and every so often would get down and roll and rub the carpet, then jump up and run again. We didn't see any visible evidence of anything on him, so figured he might have something in his ear. I got him to calm a little bit.
The next day I discovered the problem. He had a massive amount of baby ticks on him, perhaps 1,000 or more. They had grouped on his legs, in between his toes, and on his ears. I also noted that there was a lot of dead ones in his hair. I brushed him with a stiff broom brush and hundreds came off him, dead. Buddy has frontline on and it was working really well. By this morning they had all died and fell off on their own. I found a cortisone soap and gave him a massaging bath and he finally got some good sleep time in.
The next day I discovered the problem. He had a massive amount of baby ticks on him, perhaps 1,000 or more. They had grouped on his legs, in between his toes, and on his ears. I also noted that there was a lot of dead ones in his hair. I brushed him with a stiff broom brush and hundreds came off him, dead. Buddy has frontline on and it was working really well. By this morning they had all died and fell off on their own. I found a cortisone soap and gave him a massaging bath and he finally got some good sleep time in.
