Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. We are still working with Max; he has his good days and he has his bad days. Of late he has been a bit more irritating. He does not want to take his medicine. I know they tell you to pry his mouth open and throw the pill down his throat, but I prefer that he takes it voluntarily, and that it is done by hiding it inside a treat.
I have been using peanut butter on a cracker. It is sticky and makes it harder to spit out the pill, however, despite that… sometimes…somehow…he finds the pill and spits it out. Now, he will not eat the cracker. He just turns his nose up at it.
Max blames me. I normally buy brand-name peanut butter, but last week the store had their brand on sale, so he thinks he can tell the difference. I mean, peanut butter is peanut butter… Right? So, I have moved on to cheese and little cinnamon pinwheels. Getting expensive to keep Max on his pills.
Other news on buying different store brands. My local grocery store had some detergent on sale for $2 a bottle, like a $2 savings per bottle. I bought two of them. Well, I think I now know why they were on sale. You know those no-spill spouts they have on them, well the spouts on these bottles are backwards toward the handle versus to the open side of the container. If you try to pour it this way the liquid falls into the lip splashing all over the place. I tell ya, it is not easy trying to hold the container by the handle and pour backwards over your hand. Good thing the washing machine has a wide opening.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.” Albert Einstein, 1879-1955
A woman and her little girl were visiting the grave of the little girl’s grandmother. On their way through the cemetery back to the car, the little girl asked, “Mommy, do they ever bury two people in the same grave?” “Of course not, dear,” replied the mother, “Why would you think that?” “The tombstone back there said, ‘Here lies a lawyer and an honest man.’”
Joe’s wife liked to sing so she decided to join the church choir. From time to time she would practice while she was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Whenever she would start in on a song, Joe would head outside to the porch. His wife, with hurt feelings, said, “What’s the matter, Joe? Don’t you like my singing?” Joe replied, “Honey, I love your singing, but I just want to make sure the neighbors know I’m not beating you.”
That is all I have for today…Time to make Max take his meds. As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember to take your medicine with peanut butter if necessary.
JR and Max