Ah, that time of the month again: heartworm pill time! Until now I had done things the hard way and force-fed Ramsay his heartworm pill - always praying that I jammed it into his esophagus and not, by some freak accident, his trachea. That of course would put him at risk of aspirating the pill and developing pneumonia. YIKES! In the past I had tried burying the pill in a gob of peanut butter, but he would always find a way to eat around the pill or spit it out. Not tonight, however. Tonight I got an extra large gob - dare I say - a DOLLOP of peanut butter, and nestled within it the pill and several bits of kibble. The result: SUCCESS!
|ya know, this heartworm pill stuff isn't so bad after all!|
i'll take it on a biscuit next time, dad!
Dogbert could hardly contain himself as he lapped up every bit of the peanutty treat - pill and all. NewMama and I have never seen his eyes so widely open and his gaze so intent and focused! Now if only there were a similar way to give him his flea and tick medication...