03/06/2026
Hank thinks he has won but we now carry Bravecto Quantum a flea and tick prevention that comes in 1 shot given in clinic and lasts for 12 months!
Stay tuned for when we get our injectable heartworm going too! For a dog like Hank it's actually CHEAPER to do the injections than the oral prevention.
I am a Rottweiler, a living anvil wrapped in fur.
One hundred fifty eight pounds of dignity, muscle, and extremely refined opinions. 🐾
My name is Hank and this is my story.
Specifically, my story about pills.
Pills are tiny lies. Humans say they are “treats,” but treats do not smell like regret and betrayal. Treats do not rattle. Treats do not require eye contact.
The first attempt is always the classic maneuver.
They tuck the pill inside cheese. Foolish optimism.
I accept the cheese graciously, perform a ceremonial chew, swallow theatrically, then later produce the pill from the side of my mouth like a magician pulling a coin from behind a child’s ear. ✨
I leave it on the floor.
I make sure they see it.
Next comes peanut butter.
Sticky. Suspicious.
I allow it to coat my tongue, my gums, my soul. I swallow everything except the pill, which I cradle lovingly between my molars until the human turns away. Then I eject it with precision onto the floor.
Victory tastes salty.
They escalate.
Meatballs. Hot dogs. Liverwurst.
I have evolved. I chew slowly now, thoughtfully. I separate textures. I detect the chalky intruder and roll it forward with my tongue like a bead in a marble run. Out it goes. Sometimes onto the couch. Sometimes directly on my owner’s shoe.
Then comes The Direct Approach.
Pill shoved into my mouth. Jaw held shut. Chin tilted skyward.
I do not panic.
I am calm. I am patient. I am a stone statue.
The pill waits. I wait longer.
Eventually they relax. They celebrate too soon.
The pill emerges, damp and triumphant, sliding out the corner of my mouth like a confession. 😌
Sometimes I pretend to swallow just to keep things interesting. I walk away, wagging, head held high…
then spit it out dramatically in the hallway five minutes later for maximum emotional impact.
I am not sick.
I am offended.
I weigh 158 pounds. I could drag a small car. I could pull a sled through a snowstorm. But I will not take a pill unless it has truly earned my trust.
And someday, perhaps, one will.
Until then,
I remain undefeated. 🐶💊