Alfie's always been a cheerful, optimistic puppyality.
Half empty or half full...well, let me at it and that glass will be spilled on the floor so who cares?!
So when Alfie got sick last week he didn't let it bother him much. I mean sure, he was waking up vomiting and worse, but in his view, hey! It meant a trip to the vet! I always hear about dogs who hate the vet's office, but Alfie loves it. We just pull into the driveway and he starts getting excited. Everywhere we go, people admire Alfie...but the vet's office is the only place where I really let them (the vet and all the staff) love on him and hug him and tell him what a handsome little devil he is. It totally goes to his head!
So anyway, we arrive for our appointment, weigh in, and trot back to the exam room...when Alfie surprises me by making a concerted, repeated effort to jump on the exam table! You have to understand, he knows better than to get on any furniture, and really doesn't try to anywhere else. All I can think is, he remembers getting up on the exam table for shots last time...and getting loved on...and getting giant yummy treats! What a memory.
Turns out he needed a round of antibiotics...followed by a round of probiotics. Sounds like we can't decide what we want to do with those biotics, doesn't it? Turns out we're just going to try to get rid of the nasty bacteria, then repopulate his doggy insides with the good kind. But again, Alfie doesn't really care about the whys and wherefores because all it means to him is...he gets to take pills! My sneaky trick is to encase them in a little wad of cheese and, voilà, a gourmet dog treat! I was out of cheddar but found that a smidgen of neufchatel does the trick just as well. Alfie, who had had to skip a meal before his appointment (unprecedented torture!) could hardly believe his luck. He'll be sad when he runs out of pills I'm afraid!
The only bad part, for him, has been that due to his rather nasty symptoms he wasn't able to go on any walks for a few days. He gave me dirty looks from his crate every time I left him at home! Today when I could tell all systems were normal again, off we went for a walk and Alfie was back on cloud nine.
But I DO love those cheese balls...