Take your Medicine

Yesterday was a tough day for us. Since it was the first of May mommy gave us our monthly medicine.

She starts with the heartworm pill. It’s little and hard and have an awful beef taste. Every month she tries to tell us it’s a treat. And we’ve fallen for that for over a year.

I (Rocco) always do what mommy says. So I chewed it & swallowed it. And then waited for her to say “good boy Rocco”. Which, of course, she did. And besides, I don’t mind the taste nor the texture.

But I (Brownie) don’t like treats that are hard to chew. Especially if they are FAKE treats, so I spit it back out. It was the first time I did that. So momma tried giving it to me again. I moved it around on my tongue and then shot it out again.

By this time, I (Rocco) came over to make sure Brownie wasn’t getting more ‘treats’ than me. Mommy quickly picked up the pill before I could get it. She didn’t want me to overdose.

She cut the pill in two and tried again. This time I (Brownie) was able to get the pieces down. At least that’s what she thinks.

Then it was time for the dreaded flea treatment. Mommy has to apply it to our back right between our shoulders. We don’t like it. It feels strange and smells even stranger! It makes me (Rocco) sneeze. I (Brownie) want to reach back there and rub it off, but I can’t quite get to it.

We ALL dread this medicine…including daddy and mommy. The rest of the day they try to not pet us. But they forget, and every time they do, their hand smells like Advantage. And then they rush to wash it off.

We wish we could reach the sink.