Since 10 April 2011 Pereg has been on medication. And until a couple of months ago she would sit, hold her front right paw up across her chest in her "please Mommy" ask position, ready to take her meds [wrapped in a piece of squidgy cheese triangle] with no trouble. Even her 7am one which usually has us woken by the alarm, she will take while still flonked on the bed, just lifting her pretty head up to take it. But then something happened... ...and she would not take her meds, which was a bit of a problem as she now has three different types, to be taken five times a day - others can be mixed with her first "wet" meal". So - I reverted to bribery using a teeny tiny flat square-shaped treat which, I think, is actually puppy kibble? Or a treat for a tiny puppy? No idea really as I bought a small bag from the Pension yonks ago and cannot translate what it is supposed to be. I call them "sweeties" and she knows that there are some in a small glass screw-top jar on the top shelf. Usually ignored as she rarely got one, me being a mean old Mommy who does not give treats except in exceptional circumstances. The 7am one she still takes, but the others? Get the pill/s and/or capsules squidged in a piece of cheese as usual, get down the jar, sit on the couch with the open jar centimetres from her nose... ...one teeny tiny treat in my left hand, pill/s and/or capsules squidged in my right hand - and say "one, two"... and she takes the meds and then the treat. The only thing is that my "one, two" turns into... One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Knock on the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight: Nine, ten, A big, fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty. ...and I feel like a right idiot!
I do pat-a-cake with all my dogs when they need worming, I have 4 pieces of cake, 1 with the hidden tablet other 3 pieces of cake without tablets, takes about a hour to go pat-a-cake with all the dogs.
@6JRT's - Ram gives Pereg her 6-monthly worm pills when I take her for her blood tests. He takes a small tin of ???? dog food [looks like it has been pulverised] out of the little refrigerator, puts some on the stainless steel examining table and drops the tabs into it - and she goes-licky-licky-swallow all gone! Today's 3pm pills had a different rhyme but I have no idea why! It was One, two, three, four, five, Once I caught a fish alive Six, seven, eight, nine,De ten Then I let it go again De pills went down de dawg and left me feeling like a right idiot again!
Or... There were ten in the bed And the little one said Roll over Roll over So they all rolled over and one fell out There were nine in the bed And the little one said Roll over Roll over So they all rolled over and one fell out......... Tina - I think you and I are regressing to childhood again! No doubt I will soon be singing the Boy Scouts' songs that one of the kids I used to take camping with his brother and my two used to regale us with on the long drives to far distant reaches of England.
You mean this one Malka Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha Ging gang goo ging gang goo Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha Hayla hayla shayla halya shayla shayla oh-ho Hayla hayla shayla halya shayla shayla oh-ho Shally wally shally wally shally wally shally wally Oompah oompah oompah oompah
Not that one Tina - actually there was more than just the one, all very "daring"! This is one of them... My fathers a lavatory cleaner He cleans them by day and by night And when he comes home in the evening He's covered all over with . .Chorus: Shine your buttons with Brasso It's only three ha'pence a tin You can buy it or whip it from Woolworths But I don't think they've got any inVerse: And when it came round to Christmas He gave my ma a great fright For instead of bringing her chocolates He brought her a box full of . . .Chorus: Verse: Some say that he died of a fever Some say that he died of a fit But, I know very well what he died of He died of the smell of the . . .Chorus: Verse: Some say that he's buried in a graveyard Some say that he's buried in a pit But, I know very well what he's buried in He's buried in six foot of . . . Now, you try driving a van packed chocka with camping gear and four kids in the back, two boys belonging to friends and my two, with one year between each, Michael [theirs], Abigail [mine], Mark [theirs], Daniel [mine], when you have packed the van the day before, gone to their house and all gone to bed at 9pm, woken at 2am to start off on what was frequently a 200 or 300 mile journey, in order to arrive at whichever campsite early enough to erect five tents and then provide a hot meal for four small monsters? Said monsters having been awake in the van for the first part of the journey and then all curled up on the floor sleeping until I stopped for a coffee [for me], hot chocolate [for them] and pee break, and then having those songs belted out non stop until we arrived...
We use to play pub bingo when we were going on holiday, we had a board with 24 different pub names on & we at to cross them off once we passed them, I don't think any of us kids actually won as there would be at least 6 pub names not crossed off.
We played punch buggy. See a VW bug, "punch buggy red!" and sock the nearest to you in the arm. Kept my step-father from singing Greensleeves decidedly off tune.
