Back. Short trip since it was hot. Walk to the dog park, one lap around, lie in the shade, walk back. In between is the unmowed edge of the sports fields. Wickson running through the weeds is like dragging a Swiffer through a pile of ticks. (We refer to them as Wickson’s Tick Sons) From today:

That came from our first rough collie, "Ricky", who would always stick his head in the tall grasses and come out with ticks, so he became Ricky tick taxi, after "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi" in the Jungle Book by Kipling.

Wicki Ticky Taxi.

This makes me so happy. There is no better place for Wicksy's transition to house husky.