It’s Heartguard/Trifexis time. The pill is about the size of a large hazelnut.
Me, crushing the pill into Delialah the Dobermann’s food: What are we going to do about Sookie?
Me: She won’t eat it.
Gordon: Of course, she will. That bulldog will eat anything.
Me: Anything except the pills.
This is a thing that every bulldog we ever owned does. You can put the pill into peanut butter and they will roll it around their mouths and then spit it out.
Gordon: She’ll eat it.
Me, breaking the pill into five small chunks, getting pieces of pork from the fridge, cutting them into cubes and painstakingly piercing each one and hiding the pieces of the pill in there.
Gordon: I think you’re going overboard.
Me: Told you.
Gordon: Look, Sookie, yummy treat.
Sookie sniffs the piece of pork, picks it up, goes to her pillow and nibbles on it. The pill falls out.
Me: Okay plan B.
Giving the bulldog a pill takes two humans. One to hold her maw open and the other to stuff small chunks of the life-saving pill down her throat and making sure she doesn’t spit them back out. 🙂