Me, not the dog. In my lifetime, I've been bitten by more ticks than I could ever count. Wednesday, the 6th, I was bitten by a tick between my first and second finger of my left hand. We were working in a building introducing drugs to the new dogs. I didn't think anything of it. Sunday, it started swelling, by today it was half my hand is swollen, a big pustule has formed and it hurts all the way to my elbow. I broke down and went to the health clinic we have for state workers. The doctor was brilliant. He said; you have an infection. I was amazed at his genius. I told him it was a tick bite and he asked how that happened. I said, don't know, but since I train dogs, I'm assuming I got it off one of them. He said; you have to watch dogs, they sometimes get ticks. Once again I was amazed, who knew? He did write me a script for doxycycline and told me to come back Wednesday. I told him thanks, but I'd stop by my personal physician. Darn thing is sore though. If I hadn't pulled the tick off myself, I'd swear it was a brown recluse bite, which I've also had, years ago.