Fighting Assistance
My dog got really sick with symptoms that no one wants to read about (nor hear on television commercials during dinner time.) She managed to ruin our new carpet, when we didn't wake up to let her out at midnight. I was beyond upset, but knew she would have avoided the whole episode if she was able. So called the vet and guess what? He was out of the office that day. We got her the next available appointment. The vet gave her 3 anti-whatever pills and this morning I'd have loved a video of me trying to give them to her. All his techniques did not work! She refused to chew, shallow or didn't care if I blew on her nose. She was having nothing doing with any pills even dipped in peanut butter, then with cookies, then with ham. ACK! We both ended up with peanut butter everywhere, but this stubborn woman (thank you Lord:) won the battle. My husband gets this evenings pill dosing as he was outside for all this mucking around and proceeded to tell me how he would do it. ...