It's time for another Schultz story. In case you're new to this pad, Schultz is our hundred pound German Shepherd. And he doesn't like taking his medicine.
We talked to the vet about this little situation, and the vet suggested that we coat the pill with peanut butter. "He'll love it and think it's a treat," he said.
Okay. So we disguised the pill in layers of peanut butter and plopped it down in front of the beast. He gave it a quick sniff and started licking. He licked until all the peanut butter was off. All that remained was pill. Then he walked away.
"Schultz!" I said. "Get over here and eat your pill!"
He gave me a look and kept walking.
I picked up the slobbery thing. "Schultz, come!"
He came, and I opened his ginormous mouth. I shoved the pill in and clamped the mouth shut with my hands. When I thought he had swallowed it, I released him.
What did he do? He hacked it right up and deposited it on the floor.
I picked up the absolutely disgusting blob of a pill and pried the dog's mouth open. "EAT IT!" I shouted and shoved it in there.
I held that mouth closed for a full three minutes until I was sure it was well on its way to Schultz's tummy.
Can you believe it? What a completely ornery, obstinate, impossible creature!