Two weeks later, I was at the dog park watching Bella play.
She was back to her old self after the heartworm treatment. Happy. Energetic. But I was still a mess.
I'd stopped giving her the chemical treatments. But I was terrified every time we went outside.
A woman walked up and stood next to me. Her two Border Collies were running circles around Bella.
"Your poodle is beautiful," she said. "How old?"
"Four," I said. "Yours?"
"Six and eight. They never run out of energy."
We chatted for a few minutes. Small talk. Weather. Dogs. The usual.
We started talking about ticks, and then she said something that made me stop breathing.
"I used to pull dozens of ticks off them after every walk. Now I can't remember the last time I found one."
My head snapped toward her. "What?"
She laughed at my reaction. "Sorry, I know that sounds dramatic. But it's true. We hike three times a week and I haven't found a tick in months."
"What do you use?" I asked. "Chemical treatments?"
"No, actually. I stopped using those after my older dog had a seizure from her treatment. Now I just use a natural product called FurSure."
I almost didn't believe her. I'd tried natural products. They didn't work.
But then I looked at her dogs. Really looked at them.
Healthy. Glowing coats. No scratching. No signs of fleas, ticks or irritation.
"Does it actually work?" I asked. "I mean, REALLY work? Not just 'sort of' work?"
She pulled out her phone and showed me photos from their last camping trip. Her dogs swimming in a creek. Running through tall grass. Rolling in dirt.
"That was last weekend. Zero ticks. Zero fleas. And I'm not giving them any chemicals at all anymore."