Day 5 of 14
Thinking the pizza crust would work again, I eagerly offered Tucker a piece with his pill concealed inside.
He declined to take it. In Tucker’s 12 years of living, I have never, ever, seen him refuse pizza (it’s one thing we have in common). I thought perhaps he couldn’t see or smell the yummy pizza crust that I held in my hand. I waved it in front of his nose, held it before his eyes and still, no response. Complete disinterest in both me and the pizza crust.
I resorted to my back-up plan. After wrapping the pill in a slice of deli ham I handed it to Tucker with all the nonchalance I could muster. (I’ve found that if I act too interested in what he eats, he becomes very suspicious and typically does the opposite of what I want).
Bingo! Tucker perked right up when he smelled the ham and swallowed it without even a chew.
Power to the pig.
