So this morning, the woman calls me down in a little bit of distress. I come downstairs and there's a smallish (silver dollar maybe) puddle of a very thick looking blood on the kitchen floor, with her slipper print in it, and about 7 more spots of of footprints around it. She's trying to hold down one of the dogs to figure out where the blood came from and also keep the other from licking it.
So I grab the other dog and start looking at it . It makes no sense whatsoever... it's a single puddle of blood. But it's very thick... like, if that much blood came out all at once, you would expect a continuing wound of some sort, it wouldn't stop. I tell her to check the dog's mouth, thinking it had coughed it up.... nothing.
then I tell her to check the weird growth we had seen on the dog's face monday... We were going to have it checked out Friday, but maybe it popped or something. Well.... it's gone. Not popped and bleeding... gone.
That's weird.
so we look on the bottom of her slipper. and there's the weird membrane from the growth right there on the bottom of her shoe.
And then we look up ticks.
So... best I can now understand... the dog had a giant tick on it's face (we have not transitioned this dog to tick meds yet). Fat and full and happy, the tick falls off the dog to go try to find somewhere to lay it's eggs.... and gets stepped on by the woman.
God I hate the midwest. I don't think I'll ever stop feeling itchy now.