Day 84 - White Dog

With TH being gone it has come to me to deal with the white dog.  Though she is part of the family, she is all TH's dog and for me to be a caretaker for her is very difficult.  Already the battle of wills has started and she has won this round.

She takes a handful of pills a day, and TH usually hands feeds them to her, and asked for me to do the same.  Silly me agreeing.  So this morning I got up and took the dogs out into the back yard and ending up cleaning the back yard at 5:00 in the morning.  Not exactly how I like to start my day, but you do what you have to do.
Then we came back in and I read for a couple of hours, then it was time for me to make breakfast.

TH told me to wrap the pills in cream cheese and stuff them down her throat.  So I made two beautiful breakfasts and sat down to stick my hand down WM throat.  The fit she threw was monumental.  She bucked and growled and whined and threw her head about like a wild thing and I thought it would be nice if she would bite my fingers then I would be able to get the pill in her mouth, but she wouldn't come anywhere near my hand and we waged war for about ten minutes.  I mean really isn't it the dogs instinct to bite?  Now I ask you how many people have you ever met who said they wished that the dog would bite them?  Huh- huh?

She won, there was just no way that she was going to let me shove those pills down her throat, so I put them on her plate and hoped she would eat them with her breakfast - which she didn't do.  I know TH is going to angry with me, but unless I sedated her I was not going to get those frigging pills down her gullet.

After she ate breakfast she looked up at me like now who is the boss.  And off she went tail held high thinking she had won some great battle.  She definitely lives up to her name.  Witch.