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Jake has been victim to a staph infection/ear infection, and besides the vet appointment in which my mom had to put the verbal smackdown on the vet so he wouldn't try and sedate the poor dog just to shave the area by Jake's left ear (and Jake's nervous farting episodes during said shaving), the dog has to take pills twice a day, have his shaved area/wound cleaned, and get a spray that apparently stings.
He's now afraid to come into the kitchen, as that's where we generally take care of this whole disease-ridding shindig. It usually starts with dragging the dog into the kitchen, gating it off, tackling him, pleading with him to lay down on his side, and then getting one or more people on top of him to hold him down because my dog is a wuss. :/ He hates it all enough to try and run away from the spray medicine bottle if he sees it.
Today he saw it and tried to jump through the closed window. It was marvelous. XD
He's now afraid to come into the kitchen, as that's where we generally take care of this whole disease-ridding shindig. It usually starts with dragging the dog into the kitchen, gating it off, tackling him, pleading with him to lay down on his side, and then getting one or more people on top of him to hold him down because my dog is a wuss. :/ He hates it all enough to try and run away from the spray medicine bottle if he sees it.
Today he saw it and tried to jump through the closed window. It was marvelous. XD