smkie said:
victor spits out hotdogs and bologna..i don't think he is a normal dog. i swear he says gack! you can always rub a bit of butter on that pill and it will slide right down. My mother laughed at me til she had tears running down her face when my daughter was about 4 and had her first pill. I just reached down popped open her mouth..put that pill all the way to the back as i have done a thousand times with dogs and it was gone. then i handed her a drink of water. If your quick they don't ever even taste it.
This sounds mean, but it really wasn't; had to be done somehow.
When I was taking care of Charley's mother in the last part of her illness (Parkinson's) she'd gotten very contrary - being eighty-eight years old gets you a great deal of slack, but some things you just gotta do - and decided she wasn't going to take her Parkinson's medication. That really wasn't an option; if she didn't take it she'd become paralyzed so she absolutely had to have it.
Well, she spit it out in my face! Bear in mind, this is a woman who had been taking her morning medicine laying on her back in bed! I couldn't do that if you held a gun to my head . . . But she spit those two little blue pills right in my face. That surprised me and to be honest, it irritated me a tad. I put them back in her mouth and she spit them out on me again!
"Okay old girl," I thought, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way, and you just bought yourself the hard way." So I crushed two more pills up in some applesauce and got a spoon and went back into battle. Got the spoonful of applesauce with the crushed pills in her mouth. She spit them out again! She missed me that time because I stood off to the side.
I was really cranked by that time.
I went and got two more pills and came back into the room.
She looked at me and called me several unladylike names . . .
I looked her in the eye: "You've got to take your meds. There's no option. You're going to take them because I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Do you want to go ahead and take these pills?"
She spit at me again.
I looked at her and said, "I've given plenty of pills to plenty of animals and you really don't have a choice."
I got behind her, rested her head back against me, reached around under her jaw, put my fingers and thumb in those pressure points, popped that mouth open, popped those pills in the back of her throat, closed that jaw and held it, then stroked her throat until she swallowed.
You can't imagine anything any madder than she was! That's the last time she gave me any guff over taking her medicine though! The funniest part was when I told Charley about it he got furious, turned red, and went in her room and told her she'd better be glad it was me instead of him. He'd just have held her mouth shut and held her nose until she had to swallow! (I don't think ??? he'd really have done that, but she believed him, lol!)
That was one stubborn little woman! Scares me a little when I look at Charley sometimes . . .
