What Now

Have you ever tried to give a 80 pound Lab a pill?

Not as easy as you would think! The vet gave us some medicine to give our doggies yesterday, but unfortunately it was in pill form. Usually getting Bear to take anything isn't that hard. I mean, the dog ate a napkin once, for the love of Pete, he'll eat anything. However, these pills must have been really gross because even Bear spit them out. However, all I had to do was wrap them in a little lunch meat and he took them just fine.

Butler was another story.

He is notoriously hard to give any kind of medicine to. He's a sweety and will come and jump in your lap normally, but if he thinks you're going to give him medicine he becomes LOCKJAW DOG! Normally we have to embed any pills we give him in cheese, but we didn't have any this time, so I did the ham thing. At first he was all about it, but then he got this look on his face like "YOU B*TCH!" and he spit it out on the floor. So Steve took the direct approach and jumped on him to hold him down. Now, Steve is a big guy. Butler is a big dog, but not as big as Steve. You'd think that by the laws of simple physics, the dog would be subdued, the pill delivered...problem solved. Not so much. Butler apparently has soaked up some gamma rays out in the back yard, because he suddenly put on a burst of super-canine strength and got away. We basically had to drag him back into the kitchen and Steve had to sit on him while I poked crumbs of rapidly dissolving, partially chewed pills as far back into his mouth as I could and hold his muzzle shut. It made me feel rotten to the core, but Butler forgave me after some ear love and the rest of the lunch meat. He's pretty easy going, usually. Thank God for that, too, because I'm pretty sure if he got in the mood, he could tear my freaking arm off!