Dog ticks. The glory of living surrounded by woodland, and owning dogs.
I pulled this fattie (and I intend to be rude, here,) off Duke just a while ago, and then I had the stroke of brilliance that encouraged me to take a couple pictures of it.
Maybe it wasn't a stroke of brilliance...that is possible. It might have just been a stroke.
With the macro lens in hand, I captured everything from it's icky little legs, and the bit of dog flesh in its jaws. From it's gross, swollen little body, to it's beady little head.
I live for these moments. These proud, meaningful moments that allow me to take such breathtaking photos of these wonderful little...whatever they are.
Okay, so I lied. I don't really live for these moments. But they do come around all the same.
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