I’ve medicated dogs, I’ve medicated cats, and I’ve medicated turtles.
They are all aware and after the first dose immediately catch on to what’s coming.
And they all cotton to various ruses within a try or two. . .
Yes, even the turtle.
I would say that in terms of potential injury to the applier of medication, cats can be the worst. Sharp fangs, incredibly twisty and strong for body size, and those fangs carry potential infection. Dogs don’t like meds, but are less likely to retaliate on a loved and trusted one.
Turtles? After the first few oral doses, if they start clamming up, it is damn hard to get them to swallow anything. You have to irritate them to the point that they get angry and open up and hiss and snap, and try to get a syringe of fluid spritzed into the mouth. Sigh.
I hate it when a pet goes from “hey, Daddy’s here!” state, to, “Oh, No, Daddy, don’t do that again” state. But, that’s part of the responsibility, eh?
And I’ll be recognized as good Daddy again some day.
Amazing how synchronized replacing parts can be. Over the last month I’ve replaced first, one headlight; next, one turn signal bulb; and today, another headlight.
Thank goodness our pushing-20-years-old Subaru is of an age when that sort of stuff is easy to access for the home mechanic.
I know folks with “modern” vehicles who’ve had to have headlights replaced by dealers at $300 a pop because of the way they’re assembled.
We took a ride on the Q to Q ferry service in New Westminster, BC, today. It’s a trial on for a couple of months. It was fun, and we also enjoyed rambling around Port Royal, where we’d never been before.
My Value Village find today — a book presented to John Fraser, who was a Canadian federal Minister of the Environment, Fisheries & Oceans Minister, and House Speaker.
And a cool tidbit — he was born in Yokohama, Japan.
