Last week, poor Gracie had to go to the vet and get four of her teeth pulled. Two were abscessed, and one of those had three roots … so they had to remove the tooth in sections. The poor Muffin has had bad teeth from day one — I guess that’s not an uncommon issue in poodle.
Each year we take her for her annual cleaning, and more teeth have to come out. So now she only has four teeth left on the top!
She was in a world of hurt all weekend, and they sent up home with drugs a decent supply of various drugs.
About 8 months ago, I have a vivid memory of Topher and I sitting across each other in a restaurant booth and I say. “We’re awfully fortunate to have healthy animals. It seems like we hardly ever have to take them to the vet for issues.”
Apparently, we failed to knock on wood, or we walked underneath a ladder, or some mirror shattered because every animal we have is falling apart. Every. Single. One.
Here is the daily schedule:
Gracie: 1 antibiotic, twice a day, 1 ibuprofen twice a day, 1 pain killer twice a day
Lulu: 1 allergy pill a day, 1 antibiotic for bladder infection twice a day
Charlie: 1 allergy pill a day
Kitten: 1 antibiotic twice a day for upper-respiratory infection, eye drops three times a day, and a syringe of some maple syrup flavored something-or-rather for this virus
Now this is a full time job in itself. It wouldn’t be so bad if you could just give it to them and they took it, but Nope … that’s not how it works at my house.
They each spit-out their meds three or four times before they actually swallow it. I have to do a different trick with each one of them to get it to work:
- Charlie will only eat his in turkey meat.
- Kitten will only eat hers in wet dog food (which she isn’t supposed to have because of her hyperthyroidism, but I can’t find another way), and we have to hold her down to give her the eye drops and the syringe thing (which usually ends up all over her or us). The vet said it tastes like maple syrup, but I am pretty sure she disagrees.
- Lulu will only eat hers in leftover pot roast — so I found myself making another roast today, solely for the purpose of giving dogs their pills.
- Grace will only eat hers in either pot roast or wet cat food, and that is after I have had to handle her chewed-up-and-spat-out-used-food-infused pills multiple times.
Just when I think pill time is successfully over for the day (or at least the next few hours), it never fails that I look under the kitchen table and see a spit up pill.
4 of the pills I give look almost identical, so I have no idea who’s it is. I don’t want to give the wrong pill to the wrong animal and I don’t want to give the same animal a double dose.
So for our most recent rotation, I put kitten’s antibiotic, cleverly hidden in wet dog food, on the floor for her to eat, and before she could get to it Charlie swoops in and eats it! 6 pounds of lightening fast tornado!
Then while I was running after Charlie, Kitten jumped on the counter and ate Charlie’s turkey-wrapped allergy pill!
I can’t wait until everyone is healed.
In the off minutes between tricking my pets into eating their medicine, and coiffuring the unnamed child all over Wichita, I’ve managed to dedicate some time to finishing this cute little grey nightstand. It’s painted the same color as the grey desk I showed last week as an accompanying piece for a client.
Here’s the before:
And the after:
Little Grey Nightstand
Little Grey Nightstand