. . . and then there's Babs

Poor Babs! She was always the one blamed for getting in the trash, though now we are of the opinion that Sepia was at least equally at fault . . . and maybe more. She never gets into the garden . . . unless it is to chase bunnies. She doesn't sleep on the bed, she doesn't eat like a pig . . .

BUT . . . she won't take pills. Lately she has had incontinence issues - hey it happens to older girls! So the vet gave her some pills to take . . . chewable and everything. Except Babs won't chew them. So we mixed them in peanut butter. She licks the peanut butter off and drops the pill. We put it in green beans. She eats the green bean and drops the pill. So we either have to crush it in peanut butter - it works but is a mess; crush it in cottage cheese - she loves that but it makes her sick; or wrap it in lunch meat. Lately I have taken the lunch meat approach because it is the easiest. Today, however, it took four tries before she swallowed the whole pill. The first try, she bit the pill in two and spit out the pieces. Then two more times she spit out the pills after eating the lunch meat. Finally on the fourth try, she ate the whole thing.

Our neighbor's dog Molly used to do the same thing . . . maybe Babs learned it from her. If I didn't know better, I would think she is playing me - just for more lunch meat.