the prescription
We have finally taken delivery of the first installment of Prozac for the dog. I hate making dogs take medication at the best of times. They always seem to spit whatever it is they’re supposed to be taking out and I have to go crawling around trying to rescue half masticated, saliva coated pills only to try the whole process all over again until it goes down and stays down. Yerk!
This time the unpleasant process has been complicated by the instruction that the dose should be 3/4 of one of the little white happy pills per day. First we have to cut them up and then we have to manage the whole fractions business. I’m confused already. This had better be making a difference. Still if the (parts of) pills make her 3/4 more happy – or 3/4 less anxious for that matter – it should be worth the effort (and the maths).
Have you still got the pill splitter Gary got you, or do you need another one? I’ll ask him to order one for you if you need it.
January 14th, 2004 at 7:28 amThank goodness for that pill splitter! It was useful for me then and now it’s come back into it’s own after some years consigned to the outer!
January 14th, 2004 at 8:23 amSo thanks for the offer, but the original one remains in good working order.
i hate it when you have to resort to literally shoving it down the dog’s throat & then you have to pat them & stroke their throat down making lovely cooing, “good boy/girl” noises while trying not to gag from all the gooey dog phlegm all over your fingers. *shudder*
January 15th, 2004 at 4:08 pmDog person, or cat person?
January 14th, 2004 at 8:54 amWe had cats when I was growing up, a series of them, many of whom lived to ripe old ages. The most memorable were Hepzibah, Sooty (mine) and Mischief (my sister’s, who was later renamed Eric by my mother after my sister movied out. Why Eric? Cast yo…