So they're kind of important.
Satchel has developed an acute awareness of medicine, especially when it's within sixty four miles of the vicinity of her tongue, which means that her monthly dose involves a lot of peanut butter and cheese and the obscenely unhealthy treats that Andrew occasionally sneaks into the cart. And sometimes pizza.
At one point during the evening, Andrew and I were both on our backs covered in bacon strips and Kraft cheese slices and screaming, "Uncle! Surrender! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!" while Satchel danced around us in a sweater of peanut butter, stopping every few seconds only to kick us in the ribs.
And that's how this story should have ended.
But, no, when we dragged our scratched and bleeding faces up off of the kitchen floor, we looked around and saw this.
Mildly nibbled on and with a thin layer of peanut butter flavored slobber.
I would love to tell you that we handled this discovery well, but alas, WE DID NOT.
So I look at Andrew and Andrew looks at me and we both look at the pill and start rocking ourselves and cursing and swearing that we're never adopting another dog or hatching a child that requires medication. EVER. And I say to him, "We can't feed her anything else until she takes that pill." And he says, "Well, I'm sure that won't be a problem once she gets hungry."
Why didn't we make her skip dinner in the first place?
Duh.
We figure we'll let her sleep on an empty stomach, then she'll wake up, get a little play time in with Fred (Andrew named the sock monkeys) work up an appetite, and BAM the pill will slide down her throat in a coat of scrambled egg yolks. Score. Boo yah. Boom goes the dynamite.
But, no.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
We are on hour twenty six of starvation. And Kraft cheese caps. And peanut butter sweaters.
And EFF THAT EFFING LITTLE PILL.
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I feel your pain. Our Emma will not eat a pill in any sort of bribe substance. The best we have come up with is the Greenies Pill Pockets (it only takes a half of one of them to cover said pill). By using tiny crumbs of these smelly things as treats, and giving the crumbs to her one after another, I get Emma all worked up into a treat-induced trance. After she is scarfing down the crumbs without hesitation, I slip in the disguised pill ... which usually goes down equally quickly ... followed by more decoy crumbs. It's WAY too much work.
I once had a Labrador who would eat anything I tossed into his dish with his breakfast. I sure miss that dog.
That's how our other dog is! But NOTHING gets past Satch.
I used the Greenies eons ago with Slate and they were great. I may have to give those a go again.
We DID tried breaking the pill up, but all that did was leave us with these tiny slobbery rejects. I'm telling you, this dog can find a crumb in a bowl of soup. Make that a lake of soup. She should be, like, a narcotics dog.
Anyway, I'll get the Greenies tomorrow. Cross your fingers.
Hey, we have a Fred too! Our shed, though, not a sock monkey. Not sure which is worse...
We are fortunate neither of our weims seem to have a gag reflex so we simple stuff the pill as far down their throats as we can reach. It is gross but it is the only thing that works!
You named your shed, Crafto?! Back. up.
You poor thing. Your wwf wrestling episode with your dog reminds me of the time I babysat *years* ago. The couple was going out for an anniversary dinner, and so the kids (age 5, and 3) helped me make the most magnificent chocolate cake you ever did see to surprise there parents...I'm talking chocolate icing, chocolate chips in the cake, and chocolate kisses on top. Then there was Maverick, their kind, wonderful lab. So you know where this is going. I went in the playroom for just a few minutes, and I heard screaming, and sobs. In the must dramatic voice a child could possibly have, I heard, "Mahhhvvv ate the cake, and is going to DIEEEEEEE!!!!" I had placed it on the table, and that silly dog had just propped his front legs up, and CHOWED down. Hardly left anything. I called the parents, who called the vet (in the middle of their fancy dinner), who called me. My task? Feed the dog hydrogen peroxide until he puked. So lovely. So horribly unforgettable. That kind dog became psychotic, and would not let me put anything down his throat- growling and everything. Needless to say, he did not die, and the cake resurfaced, all over the deck.
Now, when I used to give my first baby (my sweet English Springer Spaniel who went to doggie heaven October 28th) her pills, I would disguise them in bacon. Maybe try pulverizing the pill, and mixing it in with bacon/bacon drippings?
Wow, I didn't mean to write a book of a response...
Pulverizing! We may be on to something.
Also, that story was so magnificent that I had to call Andrew in the room to hear it. MAG.NI.FI.CENT.
This is how you do it with a dog that finds the pill every time. Because I used to have one of those and Harvey that will eat anything and everything will not absolutely not take a pill....he spits it out every time. So and this works with Harvey. You pry their mouth open and you stick it in as far as you can and then you blow in their face and you rub their throat. This works almost every time. Occasionally, I have to do it again but it almost always works.
Drop pill in back of throat and throat massage (while holding mouth closed)? Worked with a dog I dog-sat... strangely enough
But I do think pulverizing has significant merits.
But, Nita, I am a wimp when it comes to this sort of thing. I think this stems from my own inability to swallow pills until I was in my twenties.
I KNOW.
Haha!! I know what you mean! Seriously so glad I found this blog! Something we found that helped really well was shoving it in a marshmallow, our vet told us that was the only thing she could do for her dog and it works! Good luck!
lucky lucky me. I have a dog who will eat everything except kale.
happily.
pepto bismal? Check
carrots? check
pills? check
cat shit? check check.
Kelly - Do exactly as Nita says but cover the pill in butter first. Shelby has the same vendetta against drugs and can even puke JUST THE PILL up 10 minutes later. Seriously. However, the butter somehow has cured this issue. Good luck!
Carol
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UPDATE: The pill has been swallowed! And happiness resumed in all the land...
Kelly why don't you guys just use Revolution? You just drop the liquid on their backs between their shoulder blades and they're covered for all those icky things like fleas, ticks heartworm etc and no pills :) I find putting it on at bed time is best so it is all dry by the morning.
https://www.revolution4dogs.com/default.aspx
I wish we could. There's a horrific stray cat problem in our area, though, and fleas and ticks are rampant. Comfortis is the only thing that seems to get the job done.
Stirling thinks pills ARE a treat, but then he's an idiot. Arwen is fine with the daily meds, but the monthly ones are a WWF event with Sam putting her in a headlock and Sammy shoving an arm down her gullet and screaming "SWALLOW!!!" at the top of his lungs, only to have the pill ricochet off a freshly painted wall minutes later. I am there with you, I feel your pain, and I'm just grateful suppositories aren't on the menu.
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