Once in a while you have to give a dog medication. Sam hates it but so do most dogs. No one likes the procedure: hold head, avoid scratching or biting, pop a pill in the back of the throat, try not to let the dog wriggle free & run away before spitting it out (and most likely not to be found for hours), stroke said wriggling creature’s throat long enough to swallow. It rarely works. If someone doesn’t get hurt, the dog distrusts you. So we silly humanoids try to disguise it. Dogs will generally eat anything so you’d think they’d gladly take a little pill wrapped in cheese any day. I thought I was being so clever taking a little shredded Cheddar and forming it into a nice little ball wrapped innocently around a little tiny pill, administering it as prescribed and viola! wellness. But Sam has figured that out. I’m not saying he’s stubborn, well, yes, I guess I am saying he can be stubborn but invariably he’d eat the Cheddar (I mean, what dog doesn’t like Cheddar?) and then spit out the pill but he’s kind of sneaky about it. He’ll act very contrite as if saying “see, I’m such a good boy, aren’t I? See I took all my medicine.” while actually crossing his paws behind his back, lying through his teeth! Then ‘Mother’s Little Helper’ later mysteriously appears under the dining table or behind the water bowl. That’s when I know I’ve been had. Outsmarted by a dog with the intellect of a radish. The shame of it all.
Then it came to me–a solution that was much cheaper than $10 a pound Cheddar that needed to be grated (and frankly, I may not always have Cheddar on hand if and when meds need to be doled out) or an expensive Madison Avenue version of the same thing.
So brilliant, so simple, inexpensive and it totally works. A homemade peanut butter pill pocket.
- 1 tablespoon milk
- 1 tablespoon creamy peanut butter
- 2 tablespoon all-purpose flour
- In a small bowl, combine the milk, peanut butter and flour.
- Mix until completely combined.
- After it comes together well, I found it best to knead it with my hands to complete the process.
- Divide the dough into 12 small balls.
- I found it easiest to use the tip of a meat thermometer to make the hole and wriggle that around to enlarge the opening.
- Store in a plastic bag in the refrigerator.
- They will keep until the expiration date of your milk.
Outsmarting the smart-alec dog
I almost feel bad tricking him. But I just want to be a good dog mommy and get him back to doing what he does best, making patients smile and outsmarting me. Like I said, almost.
It’s #TBT. Will photos from yesterday qualify? This was the scene at the “Ranch” yesterday morning. Guess news of my ‘Lupine salad’ has gone viral. Oh yeah, BTW I’m 3 miles from DOWNTOWN DENVER. Wonder how these babies got here?? Man, I gotta paint that fence!
Deer in the ‘Hood
A big shout out to all mom’s today (including those with fur babies). We ❤ you, Mom and hope you have a fabulous Mother’s Day!
Monika and Sam
I completely missed #TBT, so I’m now going with Flashback Friday. Yeah I know, buy at a calendar or set an alarm. Till then…here’s Sam right after I got him. He’s always been a cute fur-baby. 🐾
Is it just me or are most doctors too busy or too important to be friendly toward volunteers? Nurses and staff often times come running down the hallway just to say hi and catch a snuggle from Sam. I have yet to see a doctor make eye contact let alone say hello or smile with the single exception of one doctor who also owns a Standard Poodle. And she thinks Sam is a bit on the chubby side because you can’t see bones sticking out (but that’s a post for another day
rant). What IS it about professionals? I mean I know doctors are busy saving lives, being heroes and all, but would it hurt a brother to crack a smile? I may just be a volunteer but sheesh, really?
It kind of reminds me of my day job at a large law firm. Our lawyers are really busy advocating for their clients. They need to be because time is money in a large firm. They do however tend to look right through the staff like they had X-Ray vision. If a fellow colleague walks by though, they sashay up and start chewing the fat like they’re long lost BFF’s. Granted, I didn’t go to law or medical school but is the common courtesy of a simple smile too much to ask?
Still this weekend when we are visiting patients around hospital and hospice, Sam and I will still happily walk around smiling & saying hello to everyone we see-patients, aloof doctors, adoring nurses and all the other staff. We ❤ them all…even the ones that look right past us. Lawyers on the other hand…well, I mean it’s not like they’re saving lives now, are they? 😄