I have pilled cats.
I have forced medicine down the gullet of a sick parakeet.
I have managed to administer subcutaneous fluids to a cat with failing kidneys to keep it hydrated.
I do not wish to handle any medical procedures involving a horse.
Luckily, the Resident Teen easily handles all the messy jobs that come with caring for horses. (And they are legion.) Last week's task was convincing this 1,100-pound beast that getting a syringe full of nasty worm medicine injected into your mouth really wasn't such a big deal.
I have forced medicine down the gullet of a sick parakeet.
I have managed to administer subcutaneous fluids to a cat with failing kidneys to keep it hydrated.
I do not wish to handle any medical procedures involving a horse.
Luckily, the Resident Teen easily handles all the messy jobs that come with caring for horses. (And they are legion.) Last week's task was convincing this 1,100-pound beast that getting a syringe full of nasty worm medicine injected into your mouth really wasn't such a big deal.
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| "Here you go, baby." |
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| "Yuk. No like. Stop, Mom." |
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| "You no understand. Me no like. Go 'way." |
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| "Yuk." |
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| "I spit a wad of grass and wormer in your general direction." |
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| "An apple will make the bad taste go away." |
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| "Humph. Things horse must endure. Even apple taste bad now!" |
