So yesterday I devised a new plan to get him to eat his meds. I mixed the Benadryl with a scoop of Cookies 'n Cream ice cream, and put it in his usual eating bowl. I didn't do that yesterday - I basically hand fed it to him in a different dish. I gave Celly a little ice cream too, because she's way too greedy to stop herself from pushing him away and eating his food. Then I put both their bowls in the usual place on the floor. Then I waited. Like yesterday, Babs licked the ice cream, then stopped and looked at me as if to say, "I'm not dumb, Mom. I KNOW that ain't normal ice cream!" But then he glanced over at Celly devouring her ice cream with gusto. Now, this is where pug peer pressure kicks in. If Celly's eating the exact same thing, and she's enjoying it so much, then it MUST taste good........ right? So he gave it another shot. He still didn't seem very happy about the taste, but Celly's butt was still wiggling like crazy with desperate love for her delicious ice cream. So he tried it again. And hesitated. And tried it again.
I was doing little "I tricked Babar - uh, huh, oh, yeah, uh, huh" cheerleader moves.
Then he walked away.
But then, Celly finished her ice cream and sauntered over to check out his dish.
Babar spotted her before she got halfway there, and running back, he growled, and attacked his ice cream with fervor. In a couple seconds, it was all gone. The bowl was licked clean.
And I win. I win! Bwahaha! In your face, Babs, in your face!
Yep. Dear ol' Celly may be a brat, but she's also my secret weapon.
....or Get Off the Pot
2 weeks ago