Greater love hath no man than to drive twenty-six miles round trip to get pain pills for his dog.
Posted by Linkmeister at February 26, 2008 02:12 PM | TrackBackI'm sure it was probably painful for the owner to know that the dog was in pain. Hope relief for both of them comes soon!
Posted by: ali at February 26, 2008 10:48 PMSo true.
Did you get the peanut butter to make the pilling easier?
:)
Posted by: tomorrow at February 27, 2008 07:17 AMIn this case it was Rimadyl, an NSAID. It's liver-flavored, apparently, although I can't swear to that. She scarfs it up without wrapping of any sort. ;)
Posted by: Linkmeister at February 27, 2008 07:28 AMWell, yeah, but would you really want to be the kind of person who even thinks twice about doing it?
I used to have a dog who needed Rimadyl. She was very skeptical about most pills, but she'd come get me when it was time for this one. (In her mind, about every 10 minutes. I had to keep a log by the bottle, because she was an expert at convincing everyone in the house that no one had remembered to give it to her. A Dachshund, obviously.)
Posted by: Juli Thompson at February 29, 2008 10:09 AMJuli, no, although the trip was in part a reaction to the vet's habit of charging me a premium above postage cost to mail it. I think postage ought to be a cost of doing business borne by the business anyway, but that's another argument.
Posted by: Linkmeister at February 29, 2008 10:48 AM