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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I've Turned My Dog Into a Cream Cheese Whore

I bet that is is headline you don't see every day, huh?  But it's true.  My dog is now a maniac for cream cheese and it's all my fault!  It all started when Dave, my older dalmatian, started having bladder issues.  He was always thirsty and had to be let out to pee every two hours or he'd have an accident.  You could tell that he couldn't help himself and there was no reason in getting mad at the dog, but something had to be done.

So what does this have to do with cream cheese?  Don't worry. I'm getting there. Anyway, I took him to the vets and it seems he had a bladder infection.  The vet perscribed some antibiotics that Dave needed to take for a whole month.  Now Dave is one of those dogs that will eat practically anything, anything unless you want him to eat it.  Trying to get him to take the a pill was damn near impossible.

I tried putting it in his dog food and he'd eat around it.  I put it in a piece of meat and he'd spit the pill out. I wrapped it in peanut butter and with one sniff he'd turn his head up to it.  I felt like shoving it up his I didn't know what to do. I was forced to stick a peanut butter wrapped pill halfway down his throat through tightly gritted teeth and several snarls.  The peanut butter stuck to his tongue and he was forced to eat it.

But that ordeal was just that, an ordeal.  I needed a better way to get him to take his meds, one that was less stressful for both of us.  The epiphany came while I was making a bagel with cream cheese.  A small dollop of cream cheese fell from my knife to the kitchen floor and Dave flew in from the dining room like a bat out of hell.  Within a milisecond, the dollop was gone and Dave was staring at me with his "I'll Die If You Don't Feed Me Something" look on his face.

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 bastard sweetheart a second pill.  But I held off until his evening dose.

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?

12 comments:

Mystery Man said...

tsk, tsk...contributing to the corruption of that poor dog...lol

good to knwo you can still blog, though...lmao

Pam said...

My dog does the same thing. But for us, peanut is her drug of choice. No one can even open the jar without having to share with her. I'll be sure to keep her away from the cream cheese! Thanks for the warning.

Noah's Mommy said...

I swear they do it on purpose...my dogs...love bisquick...don't ask me why...but they will find a way into the pantry....and devour a whole box....my pancake mixes are relegated now to the garage....

CaraBee said...

I wonder if that would work with cats...

Erin, Nick and Merrick said...

Missed ya!
Good to see you back!

Lola said...

Welcome back!

I'll have to remember the cream cheese trick. My son has been begging for months now for a dog and he is starting to break my partner. I'm still holding firm as we have too much chaos and financial issues going on to take on a dog.

MakingMoney said...

Funny! Dogs can be so smart. I'm reading and shaking my head the whole time as my dog is the same exact way. I remember watching my hubby shove a pill in our dog's mouth. I thought he was going to bite him, lol. Glad the cream cheese worked.
Naye

Kathy said...

Preston! You're back! Missed you.

Very funny title. I'm so glad you found the thing for which Dave will whore himself. One of my cats can't take a pill at ALL. Although I have to say it's very funny watching her take it, then walk away and fool us into thinking she got it, then watching a very tiny piece fall out onto the floor. We'd stupidly keep trying until what falls out is only as big as a pin head.

Now we always get her medicine compounded into a liquid. She much prefers that to a pill.

I'm sorry your dog will need a rehab eventually.

Ken @ Dad to wo said...

That's odd, I feel the same way about cream cheese as your dog. It's a cheese cake addiction I think. I have convinced myself there is no known cure, so I shouldn't try.

Brandy said...

Feed him crack. It's less addictive.

Donnetta said...

Better to be a cream cheese whore than no whore at all!

Jaina said...

We had a dog who was trouble to give pills to like that once too. Never thought of the cream cheese idea, I'll have to keep that in mind in the future.