Leaning against the kitchen counter, I open two vials of Beagle meds. I put one pill from each vial on the cutting board, open the nearby jar of peanut butter and use my pointer finger to scoop out a peanuty wad. I then lower the wad strategically so it just touches the pills, then airlift the entire package and deposit into the beagle's gaping maw.
I've been doing it like this for more than a year and except for a nipped finger (my fault, I wasn't quick enough), no harm done.
Then there was yesterday. Clearly, having slept only 4 hours the night before, I was not on top of my game. I leaned against the counter, arranged the meds, did the airlift thing with the peanut butter -- and popped it into my mouth.
It took me a few beats to figure out what had happened, then called a friend to have a good laugh. Not a bad little PT chaser with my morning coffee: Prednisone, Tramadol and thee. I definitely had a good buzz for a surprisingly long part of the day and Starlet did quite well on the anti-depressants and HRT I then shared with her.
Other than waking up this morning with with my nose tucked into my tush, I'd say all's well. Elsewhere among the bedsheets, a cat remains unamused.
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HA! I can completely see that happening in my household!
ReplyDeleteSimilar, yet different, story: a friend of mine went to Costco to drop off a canister of film for developing. She filled out the envelope, put the film in, sealed it up, and dropped it in the box. Later that night, she reached in her purse for her Prozac bottle and pulled out the film canister. Imagine the surprise of the Costco film developer when they opened that envelope!
Love it! Cracks me up.
ReplyDeleteWe have the same routine for our dogs - an anti-seizure med for one and an allergy pill for the other. Every time I stick my peanut butter+pill fingers down to the dogs, I have this momentary panic that I've given the wrong pill to each dog. So far, so good. No fingers chomped off yet, and correct med to the correct dog. Some day, though.....
ReplyDeleteBJK, my beagle is SO BAD that if I don't get the peanut butter on the roof of her mouth almost immediately, I will get bit. I figure at 12 yrs old and ravenous from prednisone, it ain't personal.
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