Plato is depressed!

Handsome, isn't he?

Meet Plato. My first child. He's a 5 year old sable-red colored Siberian Husky. He weighs around 50lbs and is the handsomest dog around. Well, until this past Wednesday. We were battling with awful ticks and the vet finally said that it was time that he get... *sigh* shaved. We'd done baths, the drops between the shoulders, sprays, a shot and a collar. We scrubbed his area, doused it with some strong toxin, and nothing.  They're horribly smart and persistent little bugs.

He won't even look at me!!

And now, our Kuya (Tagalog for "big brother") is depressed! He hides under the driver's bed, shivers at my touch. Gone is the cocky look as he watches us take our bags from the car. Sniffing, as if to inspect the bags for potential edibles. His happy little trot, his attempts to get into the kitchen or zip out the gate to terrorize the security guards, all gone. He still eats his meals and treats though, I'm thankful for that.

I hope that he returns to his normal naughty self soon. Say a little prayer for him please?