The tick. It does not get there by itself. It attaches itself to a crew. Ticks cling together. Picture this if you can. It has happened. And, sad to say, it continues to happen. If you are not squeamish, you could go and visit any shelter for abused and mistreated animals any day of the week. You would have to start with those poor creatures who have not yet been treated by the pet shelter caregivers. These caregivers probably share something in common with the residential tick control pensacola unit.
More on that collaboration in a bit, because first this gruesome bit. You take a look at a poor dog with a hide that is riddled with holes or ripped to shreds. It is as though it got into a tangle with a pack of wolves. But no, it was badly neglected by someone who professed to be its pet parent. If the caregivers are ever able to locate the ‘owners’, they will likely be reported and prosecuted. Sadly, they still get off Scott-free with a slap on the wrist.
No more than a fine and a firm but fake ‘don’t do this again’. You look at the poor kid’s back. It is heavily infested. Clusters of monster-sized ticks munching with gay abandon. It is like watching a horror movie curl its unclipped claws. The collaboration needs to be established between the local caregivers and the tick control unit. This unit will be issuing the givers of love with a user-friendly kit that allows them to properly sanitize and wash the poor animals.
Scrub them clean. And help restore their health as far and as quickly as possible. And see the yard where it used to lie. Filthy!