Yeah, animals and medicine always provide much amusement. Here's how it goes with Pan: I grab the miniscule scruff on her neck (she's still tiny, like she never grew) and lift her straight up. She glares, locks jaws. I wiggle syringe-thingy into her mouth. Jettison foul-tasting benadryl into her throat. She actually swallows most of it before remembering what it is. Spits out rest. Rolls around like she's dying. I give her ferretone or a raisin, and she's instantly happy again. She's actually pretty good about it. It's made Paul and I recall how Loki would fight to the bitter end rather than receive ear drops for ear mites.
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