I remember playing with and petting Ol' Rusty one time, and finding a tick on him.

I realized that his flea & tick medicine was way overdue so I went to get it.

As I was rubbing the FRONTLINE into his hide, he looked up at me and stared at length.

It was as if to say: "I will take care of the coyotes, bobcats, coons, and all the other strangers that come up in the yard."

"But Daddy, I'm counting on you to take care of the ticks, fleas, right kind of dog food, and all of the shots & other stuff I don't know about but need."

He sure kept his end of the bargain and I think I did the best I could.