I seem to have forgotten what a pain in the rear it is to convince Frankie that pills are good things. She's my healthy girl and almost never, knock on wood, needs medication. Riley on the other hand gets monthly pills and eats them as if they were candy; Frankie not so much.

Old mother Hubbard's cupboard is bare, so I didn't have much to offer her, but here's how it went down:

Round one - I made her go through the sit, down, stay routine and as a reward I offered the pill; no go.

Round two - Hide the pill in the food; now she won't even go near the contaminated food dish.

Round three - Made a 1/4 peanut butter sandwich and hid the pill inside. Nope, She ate the bread, licked the pill clean of peanut butter and spat that pill right out onto the bed.

Round four - Open mouth, insert pill, hose down with water from a syringe, close mouth. Ok so it wasn't the nicest thing I could do, but it worked and we agreed to not look at each other for the rest of the night.

Lesson learned? I need to buy some snausages or cheese treats and avoid the hassle. I'll get them tomorrow at work.