In addition to the war of the wasps, we've been having a twice-daily series of battles with the rodents. They've had this sniffle, see, and eventually I decided that since it wasn't going away we should maybe have it looked at, so now they're on antibiotics to clear it up. They are on two different antibiotics, which I think is kind of odd but I am not the vet. The first is regular ol' Baytril, which tastes really, really bad. Fortunately, it's quite concentrated so they're only taking two drops each. The second is doxycycline, mixed up with a fruit-flavored tasty base. They get a quarter of a milliliter of this. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?
Ha.
Things started off well -- they didn't like the Baytril at all, because who does?, but they thought the doxy was okay and would lick it right up. I tried mixing the two, but the doxy isn't strongly flavored enough to cover the Baytril. Then, oh then, then they decided they didn't like the doxycycline either, and wouldn't take it no matter what we mixed it with. Corn syrup? Ew. Fruit juice? Not good enough. Frantic begging? Pfaugh.
So then there was medicating by syringe for a couple days. This worked okay with the Baytril, because it's less than a mouthful, but not so well with the doxy. Calliope started out knowing how not to swallow, and how to wipe nasty icky pick stuff off on my pants, or the chair, or a cardboard box, and Echo picked it up pretty fast. We should have gotten pictures, because little ratty nasty-faces are so darn cute.
This morning, though, Andres went out to the grocery and picked up our secret weapon, sweetened condensed milk. It is a most fine and excellent carrier of medication, and has now passed muster with both the picky, picky, picky little rats. So there.
I wonder how long it will take for the pink stains in Calliope's fur to come out.
Ha.
Things started off well -- they didn't like the Baytril at all, because who does?, but they thought the doxy was okay and would lick it right up. I tried mixing the two, but the doxy isn't strongly flavored enough to cover the Baytril. Then, oh then, then they decided they didn't like the doxycycline either, and wouldn't take it no matter what we mixed it with. Corn syrup? Ew. Fruit juice? Not good enough. Frantic begging? Pfaugh.
So then there was medicating by syringe for a couple days. This worked okay with the Baytril, because it's less than a mouthful, but not so well with the doxy. Calliope started out knowing how not to swallow, and how to wipe nasty icky pick stuff off on my pants, or the chair, or a cardboard box, and Echo picked it up pretty fast. We should have gotten pictures, because little ratty nasty-faces are so darn cute.
This morning, though, Andres went out to the grocery and picked up our secret weapon, sweetened condensed milk. It is a most fine and excellent carrier of medication, and has now passed muster with both the picky, picky, picky little rats. So there.
I wonder how long it will take for the pink stains in Calliope's fur to come out.
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Date: 2007-03-14 08:18 pm (UTC)Canned pumpkin also works well.
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Date: 2007-03-15 08:03 am (UTC)(And, not that it's much justification, but I really did have a good reason for dying half of my dog pink! It just turned out to be a little more effective than anticipated. Fortunately for me I think, since he was already fixed, he didn't have much masculinity left to worry about losing.)
But oh, I'm going to have mental images of those little faces stuck in my head for days now! Sweet, funny little furbabes... Hmm. Wonder if the condensed milk trick works on dogs...
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:13 pm (UTC)Okay, so now I have two questions:
1. What was the reason?
2. Which half?
:)
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Date: 2007-05-02 11:29 pm (UTC)I used to have two ferrets. One night, I came home and made myself a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese for dinner. The phone rang, and I left it on a plate on the coffee table.
When I got back 5 minutes later, the ferrets had found it. And decided the perfect thing to do was roll in it. They ran when I yelled, so I had to spend the next ten minutes chasing ferrets covered in macaroni-and-cheese, which was now covering my living room.
It took at least 2 months, and at least a half-dozen baths, before the white one didn't have at least a tint of orange in her fur.
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Date: 2007-05-03 03:58 am (UTC)found you when you answered a poll in my lj. dunno how you found me.
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