At the beginning of last month, Lamont had a runny nose. I had to take him to the vet. Fred was Lamont’s personal escort and bodyguard. It turns out that Lamont only had a minor upper respiratory infection. He was put on some antibiotics and probiotics. The dose was once a day. The drama was on…
As I approached the cage, Lamont decided to bolt. He knew that I was coming to give him his medicine. “Mont,” I called, “please don’t be a butt head about taking your meds again!” Lamont whined in response to me. “Let’s go!” I said as I scooped him up out of his snuggle sack. He let out a whine and chattered his teeth in protest.
“I know,” I consoled him, “I hate giving you the meds too…” I was smart enough to prepare the hand towel, probiotics, and antibiotics before getting Lamont. As I placed him on the towel, he jerked, and made a break for it. “Dude…” I admonished him, “Let’s not make this hard…” I kissed his head and put him back down.
The next step was getting the medicine inside of him, well, getting the syringe inside of his mouth. I took Lamont in my super-guinea-pig hold with my left arm and my left hand under his chin. With my right hand, I pulled back his lips a bit and gently pushed the syringe to the side of his front incisors. Before Lamont could jerk away, I squirted the medicine into his mouth. He shivered at the taste and quickly swallowed it down.
“I know,” I said leaning over and kissing his head, “one more…this is the good stuff…” I stuck the second syringe in his mouth and dispensed the gel. Lamont chortled at the probiotics and began to chew furiously. “That’s the good stuff…” I giggled scooping him up. I kissed his head and carried him back over to the cage. “Good boy,” I sighed as I put him back down. Lamont took off like a shot back to his snuggly sack.
I giggled as Fred ran over to Lamont to check him out and consul him for the insults I had just inflicted upon his brother. Lamont whined to make his point to his brother. “Fred,” I called leaning over the cage to get a better view, “don’t believe a word your brother says…” Fred chattered his teeth at me in a threating gesture. “Oh,” I said stepping back, “don’t mess with my brother… I get it, I get it…”