We're at our wit's end with the dog. The last week in particular has been pure hell, as bad as when we first got her (the last month, really).
A couple of weeks ago, she developed an E. coli infection, showed up in her urine. I may have mentioned that. Sadly, the antibiotic the vet prescribed is the size of the end of my little finger and apparently tastes like the bitterest part of Satan's butthole, and for a dog who's never been crazy about any kind of pill, that spelled doom.
The first couple of doses, we tried her usual cheese. Nope. Then we tried peanut butter. Nope. Cream cheese. Nope. Then we tried good old-fashioned holding her down and cramming it down her throat. Nope, and we each got an actual no-shit punctured skin dog bite for that, which she's never done.
So at 7PM a few nights ago, I was out hitting all the late-night pet stores looking for a pill gun. Took me three and a 45-minute drive before I found one.
Pill gun...nope. After all the dosing attempts, she wasn't letting us near her. Even took her to the vet the next day and as soon as I said, "She bit us," they said, "We're not dosing her."
I finally hit on one last attempt...ice cream. She's had ice cream probably twice in her life.
I gave her a little, she inhaled it. I gave her some more, sucked it right now. Snuck her pill in a third bite...down it went. All right!
Next day, same thing. Yes! And the next.
Fourth day...nothing doing. No plain ice cream, no ice cream with pills, no food, no nothing. She finally ate a half-meal at about 4PM. No pills for any of her conditions all day.
That was yesterday. I had to run out around 6PM, and when I got back, the wife was sobbing her eyes out. Apparently, she'd gone back to the bedroom where the dog was hanging out and sat down a small plate of chopped up ham, and the dog zoomed out and bit her on the ankle. Another puncture bite.
MrsCO was pissed, and frustrated, and angry: "I DON'T CARE IF SHE FUCKING DIES!!! I'VE FUCKING HAD IT WITH THAT FUCKING DOG!!! I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!!! I WASN'TEVEN TALKING TO HER AND SHE FUCKING BIT ME!!! I'M DONE!!! I'M FUCKING DONE!!! I HOPE SHE FUCKING DIES!!! I'VE FUCKING HAD IT!!! TAKE HER IN ON MONDAY AND HAVE HER PUT TO SLEEP!!! I'M DONE WITH HER!!!"
Samuel L. Jackson called and said, "Hey, easy on the language."
The last time I heard her use that many f-bombs was when we first got the dog and she was sick and wouldn't stop pacing 24/7 and we couldn't sleep at all. Also, she adores that dog, absolutely would take a bullet for her, so to hear that was really disturbing.
Anyway, I was hoping it was just an upset stomach from the meds, and this morning, she ate her two vitamin chews, good sign, and I cautiously tried some plain ice cream...nope.
Later, she started begging for food, so I mashed up some ham and snuck her heart pills in there and she took those. Then some more ham as a treat, then the antibiotic with some ham, and that seemed to work.
Gave her her pain pills with the ham...nope...and then she spit her antibiotic back out! From several minutes earlier.
Tried cream cheese again. Nope. I had to make some whipped cream, tried some of that with nothing. Nope.
Then I tried plain mascarpone (which is pretty much the same thing as cream cheese), and she ate that. Snuck in her antibiotic, and she ate it.
I really think it comes down to variety with her. She has one thing for a few days, then she gets used to it and she wants something else. Next up, I'm going to try liverwurst.
On top of all of that, it was $300 to do the culture to find the infection, and after these pills are done, it's another $300 for another culture, and then repeat the whole process if she doesn't test clean.
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