Adventures in kenneling

Last weekend I went out of town for a few days. Ty went to stay at the "Doggie Hotel" aka, the vets office for kenneling. Normally, Ty is fantastic at the kennels. He does really well, and the ladies there all love him to pieces. How can you not, really? Anyways, all was good and I was set to pick him up Monday. Until the phone rang around 730 that morning. Apparently, Ty had broken a nail, at the quick. It was bleeding, and needed to be fixed. They needed to sedate him.

So I gave my permission, and went about my day. Leave it to him to break a nail that requires sedation. Drama queen. I called to check on him, and they said he was good to go that afternoon. I picked him up around 330. No problems. He had even gotten a bath after waking up. His poor little paw was wrapped in a bright blue bandage, broke my heart. And of course, they gave me an antibiotic for him.

Now we all know Ty is not stupid. He knows better than to take a pill from you. The vet suggested a peanut butter sandwich. When I explained his habit of picking apart his food (licking the sauce off the pizza crust first) she said "oh, you've got a special one." Yeah, understatement of the century.

Fast forward a few hours when it's time for Ty's first pill. I made a little peanut butter sandwich, and gave him a fairly big chunk. He took it, chewed it a couple times, got it nice and slobbery, and spit it out on my rug. Sigh. Ok, maybe the sandwich piece was too big. So try again with a small bite. Again, sandwich lands peanut butter side down on the rug. At that point, I dug out the pill, pried open his mouth, and shoved the peanut butter covered pill to the back of his throat. Then you have to hold his mouth closed and rub his throat to get him to swallow it. Repeat every 12 hours. Yeah. Special. Sigh.

I fully expected the ultimate drama queen act, but he has been good. Not limping, or babying it, doesn't seem to bother him. It still looked so sad with that blue bandage.

Of course I have a picture, how could you even ask?