Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Uncooperative Dogs

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Good morning,

I’ve been trying out a new product on Sampson (hope to be able to share that soon.) Part of the agreement in exchange for the product is that Sampson and I need to make a little video talking about what we’re doing.

I thought the best place to film would be in the living room, so I wanted to move the dog bed in front of the fireplace.

The problem was, Sampson was already there.  SO, I moved the bed anyway, thinking Sampson would move.

He didn’t.

But boy did I laugh.

Do you have a cooperative or uncooperative pet? Mostly mine are the latter.

 

Delilah Gets Corned Beef

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!

Erin go bragh

Sampson Stone here spinning an Irish tale about a dog named Delilah and how she got herself some corned beef.

Did you know Corned Beef is NOT a traditional Irish food?  I was surprised too, but when Mom did a little research she discovered that cows were originally sacred in Ireland, so when meat was eaten, it was usually lamb or pork.

Even though Mom is Irish, she doesn’t care what they’d eat in Ireland today, today she’s eating corned beef!  And let me tell you, that woman will NOT share her corned beef, she’s super stingy like that.

BUT, once, many years ago Delilah scored herself some corned beef. Here’s how it went down.

Delilah had only been with us about 10 months and back then, she and I still went to Doggy Daycare, Mom would pick us up after work and bring us home.

According to Mom, Dad makes a mean corned beef hash. At least that’s what she says, because neither Delilah or I have ever had corned beef hash. We are only allowed to lick the plate, which the way those two lick their plates, there’s barely any left for us.

Well, because Dad (supposedly) makes this awesome corned beef hash, when Mom makes corned beef, she makes enough for extras. Dad has this cool little meat grinder and he attaches it to the counter and grinds up the corned beef.

So this particular day, Dad had decided to make his corned beef hash. While Delilah and I were at Doggy Daycare, Dad ground up that corned beef and put it on a plate on the counter.

Delilah and I ran in the house and Dad had something to tell Mom, so the two of them chatted at the dining room table.  I had run straight for the water bowl, because I’m always so thirsty, but Delilah, Delilah ran straight to the counter.

All of a sudden I heard Mom say, “What’s that sound?”

Yup. It was Delilah, front paws on the counter, inhaling that corned beef.

The next thing I heard was Mom saying, “I’ll take care of her.”

Dad was mad. So mad, I think he saw red! I swear I saw steam coming out of his ears!

But Mom stayed cool, she took Delilah by her collar and put her right in the crate! She had to stay in there for something like 20 minutes or so.

I think Delilah knew she was in trouble, because she usually barks when Mom isolates her, but she didn’t do it that day. She laid right down and kept her big yap shut.

That sure was the Curk for me, even if I had to do time in the pen.

And that my wee lassie and laddies is how a Chocolate Labrador named Delilah had herself a corned beef dinner.

What are you having for St. Patrick’s Day dinner today? What’s the best food your pets ever scored without your permission?

Have a great St. Patrick’s Day everyone!!

 

The (Canine) Pharmacy is Open

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When Delilah was diagnosed with a severe heart arrhythmia last June, the cardiologist started her on Soltalal. Soltalal is a small pill and we break/cut it in half and put it on her food. After a Holter study it was determined the Soltalal was not working well enough, and Mexilitene was added. The Mexilitene is expensive and it’s supposed to be given every eight hours. Since Hubby and I both work, we do the best we can with the Mexilitene. (Heart related posts can be found HERE, HERE, and HERE.)

The Mexilitene is a capsule and it’s supposed to be taken with food. It’s problematic in that the dogs are fed twice a day, at about twelve hour increments. The vet said we could give it to her with something fatty, like peanut butter, but we find Liverwurst works really well too.

Delilah, like a typical Lab, knows when every morsel of food is designated to be dispensed.

Can you move any faster? I can only wait SO long, ya know!

When I’m dispensing meds, I take the Liverwurst out of the fridge and put it on the counter, then I take the pill out of the bottle and place THAT on the counter. Then I grab my knife, slice off three pieces (Delilah gets two  and I break the other one in half for Sampson. Try not giving him some and see what happens. Dogs know. They know.)

I wrap the pill in one of the slices, ball it up in my hand and give it to her. Then I give her the second piece.

The whole time this is going on, she’s sitting on the floor next to me.

Sort of.

It plays out like this. I open the Liverwurst and Delilah, sensing the incoming goodness, slightly lifts her butt off the floor. Then THUMPS it back down.

I slice off a piece. Again, she lifts her butt slightly off the floor and once again, THUMPS it back down.

She does this….probably four to five times in the course of that minute of medication dispensing.

Naturally, I’m laughing (and usually swearing) the whole time.

What’s your routine for dispensing meds? Does your dog enjoy as much as mine? What did they do to make you laugh this week?

 

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