The pun life

Occasionally life yields a pun so wonderful you just have to tell people, even if they’ll be convinced you’re making it up. This is one such case:

Our dog has been having some health problems lately, so we’ve been giving her medication numerous times per day. She’s generally pretty good about it. We just have to wrap the pills in bread and peanut butter and she’ll wolf them down.

But otherwise he appetite has remained poor, and it’s been a cause of concern. My wife called the vet yesterday to ask about it and only then found out we’d been giving her one of her medications wrong. It’s designed to coat our dog’s stomach and give is some protection against food and stomach acid. If you just give it to her in pill form it doesn’t have time to do its job.

No one told us originally, but evidently the pills should be ground up in some water to make a “slurry“. My wife asked if we can just soak it up in bread or something to give it to her and was told that wouldn’t work. The stuff tastes disgusting, so no dog would eat it. We’d have to hold our dog down and squirt it down her throat with a syringe.

Mind you our dog has zero tolerance for any medical process that involves touching her. And she just had surgery, so we’re supposed to be keeping her quiet and not stressing the sutured area. My wife was not too sure about the idea of holding her down and squirting stuff in her mouth. And sure enough, Sofie saw the syringe and immediately backed away. My wife couldn’t even catch her long enough to even try to pry her mouth open.

Finally she tried soaking it into a pancake and giving it to Sofie as she’d originally thought. Sofie ate it without any trouble at all.

So what did we learn? Give it to her in bread, ’cause that slimy, bitter slurry with a syringe is a flop.

My apologies to Mssrs. Rogers and Hammerstein.