I want a hamster.

So I watched Wall-E yesterday. I went to the 12:30 PM showing, because A) I had just finished my last official law school class, and I wanted to part-ay, B) I had gotten home at 3 AM after catching the midnight showing of Wanted, and gotten up at 7 AM to get to class, so if I planned on seeing Wall-E, I had to see it immediately - if I went home and sat down, I'd pass out for the rest of the day. So I saw it, and it was okay. Now, I realize that you Pixar maniacs must be ready to smack me over the head with an oversized hammer. Fear not, I'm a Pixar maniac myself. But this movie felt very different from all its predecessors. Not in a bad way, and I'm unsure if it's a great way - it was just different. It just felt so much darker than anything before - perhaps the subject matter lends itself to being darker, but as much as I enjoyed it, I left the theatre with a tinge of alarm/sadness. Perhaps because it was one of the most "realistic" scenarios Pixar has ever covered. I've heard some people say that it makes fun of itself and doesn't take anything too seriously - and that may be true, but I don't think the audience can help but seriously contemplate some of the ideas the movie is discussing.

Or maybe I was too brain-dead from lack of sleep to laugh as much as I should have.

But this post really wasn't about Wall-E. Nope. This post is about Bolt. Who is Bolt? This is Bolt (I would link YouTube, but they don't have a decent trailer up. As far as I can tell). And sure, the movie looks kinda cute, but keep your eyes peeled for the hamster. See it? Hear it? Isn't it freaking A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E?! Don't you just want to get your own hamster and teach it how to talk?

I think I might see that movie solely for the hamster.

I know.

I'm a sucker.

A sucker for cute talking hamsters.

Boo.

Babar: 0. That's right, Z-E-R-O! Pug Mom: 1

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.

Well.......crap.

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.

Babar: 1; Pug Mom: 1

So the doctor told me Babar has allergies. And he's got a genetic tendency to joint problems too. And he needs medication for both. So far, the joint medication has been sitting on the counter collecting dust, because it is O-H-S-O-V-E-R-Y-H-A-R-D to get him to eat the darn pills. But I've been adamant that at least he's getting his allergy meds. So, following doc's orders, I went out and got him some Benadryl. First I got the pill form, and since they're so tiny, I figured I could hide it in his food. So I tried that.

Yep. Didn't work. The pug ate all around it, even put it in his mouth and sucked the actual food away from it, and dropped the pill on the floor. He's that good.

So I went and bought the kid's version - liquid Benadryl. This was going to work! I put a little in his bowl, along with a scoop of ice cream, which I thoroughly mixed together with the medication. I gave some ice cream to Celly too, so she wouldn't try to attack Babar while he was finishing his meds. And Babar started eating it! I was so excited. Victory for Pug Mom! Finally. But then he stopped, licked his lips, and looked up at me as if to say, "Hm, there's something suspicious about this ice cream. It doesn't taste quite right." So I begged, and he took another couple of licks. Then he stopped again. Then I begged again, and he took a couple more licks. And we kept up this routine until he had ALMOST finished. But then he decided he wanted to check out what Celly was eating, and he trotted off to bug her.

Dagnabit.

So 1 for Pug Mom for getting him to ALMOST finish his meds...and 1 for Babs for not finishing ALL his meds.