I've come to the conclusion that my dog is officially addicted to her meds, specifically the one that's an opioid.
She gets pilled twice a day. Where she used to be a holy terror about taking her doggie heroin, now she starts bugging me for it at 6:30AM and 3PM.
She's a smart dog, and her begging used to take two forms: if she wanted a milk bone, she'd follow me in the kitchen and stare at her milk bone box on top of the fridge. If she wanted a meal, she'd nudge her bowl.
Now she's added a third trick. She comes over to where I'm sitting and stares at me. When I get up, she runs to the back and climbs under the bed. That's because that's where she gets her pills.
It gets better.
She dived under the bed, and I go in the kitchen and prepare her fix. She gets two heart pills and her puppy smack. They get crammed into little treats with mascarpone cheese.
When I get into the bedroom, she starts growling, and when I bend down, she bares her teeth and feints toward me a bit, as if to say, "Get outta here, man! I don't feel good!"
Then she sees her little treats and she licks my hand, as if to say, "You brought the stuff! You brought the stuff "
We go through this twice a day.
When the vet first prescribed the opioid, I asked about potential side effects, including addiction, though I was mainly worried about her being dopey or how it might affect her pooping (she's always had poop issues).
The vet looked at me kind of impatiently and said, "Will she be addicted? She's 16. So what if she is?"