This morning was not too hot but it felt crazy humid for some reason. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. No matter, I still got out there and plowed out a little over 3 miles which felt really good….after it was over. Some days are better than others and that’s all I have to say about that.
Remember how yesterday I mentioned that I forgot to pick up the flea medicine and the dogs had gotten fleas? Yeah, well, that’s what happened. Just so that you fully understand the severity of this situation, I should mention that both of my dogs have flea allergy dermatitis which means that even one flea can cause major problems. Not only do we have to keep our dogs free of fleas but also the yard. And frontline does not work for either of my dogs because either they are immune to it or we have some strain of mutant flea down here in Florida. So anyway, being the forgetful awesome dog owner that I am I ran out yesterday afternoon and picked up a six month supply of the flea pills because Lord knows, I’ll forget again.
About a thousand dollars later, (not really but close), I headed home with those little pills that magically make those fleas disappear. No really, they do. They take those suckers out faster than Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega. It’s serious business. They should really call those pills ‘flea assassins’. I think I’ll write them a letter about it.
The best way to give the dogs the pills is with food because the number one side effect is vomiting and at almost 20 bucks a pill that’s some expensive dog puke. So, I fed the dogs some of their regular food and then I slipped the pills into some delicious cream cheese. Boomer swallowed his immediately, didn’t even chew, he just swallowed it whole. Hank however gave me the side eye and sort of licked around the pill, then he put it in his mouth ever so gently at which point he spit it out with the force of a slingshot and it hit the wall and then bounced back across the floor. Fail. That dog is a picky eating, pill detecting machine!
It took three more tries but eventually I got Hank to eat the pill….at which point Boomer vomited.
You know where this is going right?
So as I’m preparing to deal with Boomer’s vomit, Hank vomits, and not just the pill but everything they just ate and it came spewing out like a volcano. And I’ll give you one guess at what happened next…… In the entire history of both of their privileged little lives, yesterday was the only time EVER they didn’t eat their own vomit. The. Only. Time. Great, just great.
I didn’t want to give them another pill and not just because they’re 20 bucks a pop but because I was afraid they might have already ingested some of the first one and giving them another one would cause an overdose. So I did the only thing I could do. I dug through the vomit.
It wasn’t pretty and I may have thrown up a little myself but just as I suspected there were two undigested twenty-dollar freakin pills smack in the middle of each pile! So I spent the next 10 minutes wiping off the dog vomit and once again coating the pills with cream cheese, then bologna, then yogurt and finally some pepperoni which seemed to do the trick because they both ate them.
And then Hank vomited again….and yet again.
Finally after the 3rd time, he seemed to keep the pill down, but only as long as I laid on the sofa with him keeping him very still and didn’t let him run around. Boomer climbed up too and laid down at my feet and we laid there until we all fell asleep. And then MacGyver came home.
Of course I was still asleep on the sofa with the dogs which is pretty much what he thinks I do all day anyway, (and some days it is) but thankfully both dogs were able to keep down those pills.
This morning we are flea less and it’s beautiful. However, both dogs need baths and I have a floor to mop and a carpet to clean.
Is your pet a picky eater?
Can they tell when you hide a pill in their food?