Linda - I’ve been tempted.

Kirk - I started using ice cream. Ty knows that his pills are in it, but - he eats it any way.

Bonnie - Yes, but I’m sure they’d be uninsurable, too.

Leesa - Thanks - I think that the vet & I are at mutual wits end with Ty.

As Moos well knows, The Dog Who Ate My Home has several phobias, the worst of which is separation anxiety. After breaking several windows and literally chewing three holes in the walls of my trailer to escape (I’ve had to liberate her from the pound twice, and good samaritans have managed to bring her back to my house on several other occaisions), the vet has her on Prozac (two capsules in the morning) and Valium (up to three pills every four hours — I only give her two). The Valium is for days when I go to work, but the Prozac is an everyday thing. Even with that, I’ve still had to leave her chained up outside — which, given AZ summers, is soething I do with great reluctance.

To get her to take her meds, I’ve found that putting them in a glob of peanut butter works best as the pills stick to the peanut butter so she can’t spit them out.

She’s been licking on her hind legs lately, because of allergies (she itches pretty much all the time between March and September — I believe she’s allergic to spring and summer — and her eyes are watery). Unfortunately, none of the allergy medications seem to work (for either of us), so she has to live with it.

I regret that I wasn’t able to meet Los Tres Lobos Locos when I was up there in May. But all three are in my thoughts and prayers. Along with their “Mom” (who may need Prozac and/or Valium herself soon).

Sheba & Her Person (who answers to the name “Kirk” from time to time)