I know you’ve been keen to hear how my biped coped with giving me injections and today I’m telling you that part of the tale. (This tale began with Paws for Thought, followed by Public Examination, then Incredulity Overload and Curiouser and Curiouser.)
The day after meeting David, the vet, we had to be up early. We drove to the airport with the male biped. We parked the car and he went inside and checked in. Then he came back and we had breakfast together in the car park. We know how to have fun!
When the male biped left to catch his flight, I set off with the female biped to go home again. On the way back we stopped for a break and to stretch our legs at a spot overlooking a large reservoir. A camper van was parked and some people were cooking their breakfast. They were enjoying their holidays and wanted to meet me. They also wanted to share their breakfast with me – which was a lovely bonus!
When we arrived back home, it was still quite early. The biped had some things to do, so I settled down for a nap.
When I woke up again, the biped said it was time to give me my injection. She put a clean towel on the table and put the things she needed on it. She checked she had everything and then she checked again. I went across to her to get a better view of what she was doing and she asked me to sit.
She took the bottle of antibiotic liquid out of its box. She put a needle on a syringe and inserted it through the seal on the bottle. She filled the syringe, just as David had shown her, and then she held it up and checked it.
She turned to me and said, “Keep still, Clowie!”
She drew a deep breath and put her left hand on me and then inserted the needle into me in one smooth motion with her other hand. She pushed the end of the syringe to force the liquid out. She then pulled the syringe away and put it down on the table. She gave me a big hug and a tasty treat.
She said, “You weren’t nervous at all, were you?”
I nudged her with my head, so that she’d stroke behind my ears. Of course I hadn’t been nervous!
She said, “Well, I was nervous enough for both of us!”
The next day it didn’t take her nearly as long to get ready. I think she used all her nerves up on the first day. I still got a big hug and some treats for being good and keeping still for her.
On the third day, she said that it was easier to give me an injection than it was to throw pills down my throat! She says I’m not very good about taking tablets. I don’t know what she’s complaining about. It’s not like I resist. I sit still and allow her to open my mouth, but swallowing the tablet if I don’t have to would be ridiculous!
It doesn’t matter what they wrap tablets up in, I detect the tablet and spit it out. That is why she has to get them to the back of my throat, but if they’re not far enough back I still manage to spit them out.
I was happy to have injections, it’s much quicker than pesky tablets and I still get treats. Good old David!
See you next Wednesday!
P.S. My paw quickly returned to its normal size.