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This is to celebrate that John finished taking his pills. I use the term "taking his pills" loosely. I was using the "a spoonful of cream cheese helps the medicine go down" principle which worked well. But the vet said it was much better to take them without food and said sometimes the animals actually like the pills. She gave one to John and he ate it.
That was the last one he took willingly, and he got more resistent as we went. Four times a day. Sometimes I told him he was a good dog, and he jumped around, being happy that he was a good dog. Then I would see the pill on the floor.
I was as determined as he was. It came to me prying open his clenched teeth, put the pill as far back on his tongue as possible, hold his mouth shut, and tip his head back a little until I thought he swallowed the pill. One would think he would just swallow and get it done. He often did. But one night as I was going to bed, I saw something white on the floor. It was one of John's pills. He must have managed to get it out of his mouth and carry it around in his fur, until it dropped to the floor.
He took most of his pills.
