Our doggy has a sprained 'ankle'. We're not really sure how a dog sprains an ankle but it happened. Mommy took him to the vet and $315 later, he has some anti-inflammatories.
One of the highlights of our day is watching daddy try to give D'Brick his medication. First of all, because dogs aren't the most cooperative patients at the best of times but also, the medication came in liquid form. Have you ever tried to give 1mL of liquid to a dog? It's a bit ridiculous, with the tongue fighting you and his mouth closing and the head turning every which way. You practically need a canine straight-jacket just to get to his mouth. Then you need a dentist's "keep-your-mouth-open" tool and then a tongue depressor to keep that unnecessarily long tongue out of the way.
So we sit and watch daddy fight to get the boy's mouth open and then to get the syringe that came with the medicine past the freakish tongue and then to hold it there long enough to get all the contents into his mouth. It seems to be some what of an ordeal and we just laugh and laugh...daddy's such a spaz.
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