I took my coffee and the cream cheese laden bagel into the living room, turned on the tv, and plopped down on the sofa. As I flipped through the boring Saturday morning cable line up, Dave was sitting right next to me in a rigid "I'm Ready For the Next Glob To Fall" position, with big globs of drool sliding down his jowels. And it hit me.
No, not Dave or the cream cheese or the bagel. The answer to all my problems was smeared all over my toasty, Thomas' onion bagel. I'd wrap the pill in cream cheese! I was so excited I almost ran into the kitchen to give the little
When 7:00 arrived, I carefully wrapped the pill in a nice glob of cream cheese and called Dave over to me. He knew it was pill time and was slyly watching me in the kitchen from the dining room. He started to move away but caught a glimpse of the gleeming white ball of goodness on my finger tip. He hesitated and then with one fell swoop, I almost lost my finger.
Now giving him his pill has been no problem at all. Twice a day, he perks up because he's getting his cream cheese. It's pretty amazing. In fact, Heather was making some cream cheese and celery pieces to have before our Easter dinner and Dave was up her butt the whole time, whining and staring and slathering big globs of droll all over the kitchen. After she finished, she sat down in disgust and exclaimed, "Dave's addicted to cream cheese and it's all your fault!"
Yup, it sure is. I just don't know what I'm going to do when I run out of medicine. Does anyone know where there's a cream cheese withdrawl clinic for dogs?