Libby at lunch today. The vets actually put a pin in this leg to keep it straight, which is unfortunately another issue with her back legs. She's bandaged for a month. Kinda looks like a candy cane . . .
I gave Libby her meds this evening. By myself.
It turned into a 15 minute torture fest.
I have a total of 3 pills to give her - Tramadol for pain, Previcox for pain and inflammation, and stool softener because Tramadol will plug you up like there's no tomorrow. Dr. J has personal experience. With the stories to prove it.
I'll spare you.
She also gets Cephalexin in liquid form - her antibiotic. This is the easiest thing to give her.
The Previcox is the second easiest, as it's beef flavored or something.
The stool softener is on the line.
Tramadol sucks majorly. It's truly bitter. And you try shoving a quarter of a tablet down a Yorkie's throat and see how easy it is for you. Alone.
You could shove that shit to her tail and she'll still spit it back up. Whole.
We used to put it in a hot dog and she'd eat it. Shake her head a lot, but she'd eat it. Then she started spitting it out. So my mom crushed and tried putting in a hot dog. Stopped working. My grandmother suggested butter. That worked for about two days.
Now the second you touch her face in the manner that you do when giving meds, she starts thrashing her head around and then progresses to something akin to an alligator's death roll.
Since this torture-fest, I've been getting the saddest little puppy dog eyes ever. Like, it beats Puss N Boots on Shrek.
Yep. I'm talking serious business.
I feel like I've severely hurt her feelings.
I feel lower than pond scum.
And I have a full 7 to 10 days of this.
I just finished day one.
This is going to be a long-ass week.