Monday, April 25, 2016
Today was the dreaded monthly heartworm/flea/whatever parasite treatment day.
Bob alone is not a problem. He trusts me not to hurt him when I hold him down to squirt the flea kerosene between his shoulders. I reckon that's the recommended spot because he can't lick it off. Which suggests it would not be such a good idea if he did lick it off. Which makes me wash my hands really well before I give him the yummy heartworm pill as a "reward."
With Penny, though...She's a sweetheart who wants my attention and cheek/neck skritchy skratches all the time but, well, she's a cat. So it has to be on her terms. One of which is that she always has an escape route. I'm happy to give her that, except when I have to part her between-the-shoulder-blades-fur once a month to administer that which a responsible cat owner must administer. Escape route closed until medical procedure done. Not to mention that said medical procedure requires access to less preferred part of her body. Needless to say, she emits pitiable cries worthy of Opera Delaware during the procedure. On release, she high tails it to her retreat. Where her box is. And throws a freakin rock&roll diva temper tantrum of litter ("It was drugs, what can I say"). 15 minutes later, she's back out for skritchy skratches.
Together, though, Bob is SUCH a good kid, and Penny so suspicious. Hmm. There's a lesson in here so, thanks Bob and Penny!
Bob alone is not a problem. He trusts me not to hurt him when I hold him down to squirt the flea kerosene between his shoulders. I reckon that's the recommended spot because he can't lick it off. Which suggests it would not be such a good idea if he did lick it off. Which makes me wash my hands really well before I give him the yummy heartworm pill as a "reward."
With Penny, though...She's a sweetheart who wants my attention and cheek/neck skritchy skratches all the time but, well, she's a cat. So it has to be on her terms. One of which is that she always has an escape route. I'm happy to give her that, except when I have to part her between-the-shoulder-blades-fur once a month to administer that which a responsible cat owner must administer. Escape route closed until medical procedure done. Not to mention that said medical procedure requires access to less preferred part of her body. Needless to say, she emits pitiable cries worthy of Opera Delaware during the procedure. On release, she high tails it to her retreat. Where her box is. And throws a freakin rock&roll diva temper tantrum of litter ("It was drugs, what can I say"). 15 minutes later, she's back out for skritchy skratches.
Together, though, Bob is SUCH a good kid, and Penny so suspicious. Hmm. There's a lesson in here so, thanks Bob and Penny!
Bob's now 6 years old. Absurdly, I have stopped paying attention to his lesson, and rarely write to this blog. My bad.
I just got back from a week away, during which he was a a really great boarding place where he gets to play with and sniff at all the other dogs. I can even check on line how well my dog is socially doing, Bit of a worry...he seems to skirt around the outside. But whatever. He's good.
A week away is a long time. He kinda didn't know what to do about me at first. Plus, Penny had had the glorious run of the house for a week. We all are reestablishing our roles in our household.
And then, Thunder. And Hail. I hugged Bob as we watched the iceballs pellet our back patio. And with my assurance, he relaxed.
My trip was time with my parents and with my dear high school friends. All of us have been through the wringer of life. Thunder and Hail. But... Hugs and caring help. Always.
Disruption is difficult. But it knocks me out of complacency and reminds me to be grateful.
Good Lesson. Thanks Bob
I just got back from a week away, during which he was a a really great boarding place where he gets to play with and sniff at all the other dogs. I can even check on line how well my dog is socially doing, Bit of a worry...he seems to skirt around the outside. But whatever. He's good.
A week away is a long time. He kinda didn't know what to do about me at first. Plus, Penny had had the glorious run of the house for a week. We all are reestablishing our roles in our household.
And then, Thunder. And Hail. I hugged Bob as we watched the iceballs pellet our back patio. And with my assurance, he relaxed.
My trip was time with my parents and with my dear high school friends. All of us have been through the wringer of life. Thunder and Hail. But... Hugs and caring help. Always.
Disruption is difficult. But it knocks me out of complacency and reminds me to be grateful.
Good Lesson. Thanks Bob
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