it was thundering. I knew we were in trouble. She didn’t even come to get me out of bed, I had to get up all on my own. Shortly thereafter, the puppy attachment was in place.
Benadryl was adminstered via peanut butter. It went a lot easier than normal. Either she’s not fighting as much, or I’m getting better at this. We’ve had to drug her way too much if it’s getting easier to do.
In the background (Dante): PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!! I want some peanut butter, Mommy! Gimme peanut butter! Can’t she see me here? My tail is gonna fall off if she doesn’t give me some peanut butter soon. OOOh, look, the spoon covered in peanut butter goodness is coming my way. Oooohhhh, yummy. I love peanut butter!!!
This is my life 
Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry 
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As soon as I heard thunder this morning, I said a quick prayer for you. I thought about driving over so I could see Dante’s peanut butter dance. A dog after my own heart, he is…
It’s a pretty funny dance. And every time I bent down to try and give Rosie her pill, I would have a little puppy head resting on my shoulder, trying to inch forward unnoticed and get a lick of peanut butter. Unfortunately for Dante, I’m pretty quick and wouldn’t let him have any until after she had taken her pills. I’m such a horrible mother
Thanks for the prayer. Maybe the next time you drop by we’ll get Dante to do the peanut butter dance for you. It’s the least we can do
I don’t find very much humor in your entry. For when peanut butter is mentioned, I do the very same thing as your beloved pup. Peanut butter is a precious commodity, and one that should not be slighted by any person…. or, er… dog.
Only, I try not to drool so much.