“Giving Medication To Your Dog at 6am While Your Wife Sleeps” could be the name of a terrible self-help book, I suspect, as well as a description of what I’ve been up to (and up for) for the last couple of mornings. Such an activity is a lesson in restraint and patience, as you first have to prepare the medication — grind it up into powder, then essentially hide it in what you hope will be a delicious foodstuff that he will eat — and then try to get him to eat it. Which, at 6am, is harder than you might think.
In many ways, that’s understandable; imagine someone woke you up at 6am and tried to feed you, after all. Your first impulse might also be “What? What’s that? Maybe I’ll try a little b — no, no, no. I’m not hungry. Let me run to the other side of the bed. No, wait, let me try again. Hmm. Maybe. What if I just take it in my mouth and spit it out? No, that’s no good. Don’t want it. Wait wait wait. Maybe I do. Nope. Actually, maybe.”
He does, in fact, eventually realize that this isn’t a dream and he is getting a delicious treat while it’s pitch black outside, and I eventually get to go to work for the day, safe in the knowledge that the first of his three medication deliveries for the day has been successfully delivered.