"Oh, it's probably just some trash."
"No, it's a tick."
"Shannon, it's January. It was nine degrees yesterday."
Son of a gun, though, it was a tick, and alive, and attached, and partially engorged, at that. This pup is an outside dog, and he does live in the hills of PIggott, Arkansas, but January? Nine degrees?
The only thing I can think of is that this is a byproduct of global warming. I don't have any proof, but neither did Al Gore, and he got the Nobel prize (when his personal carbon footprint is bigger than Godzilla).
"Maw, where did we put that Frontline?"