JOHN SYKES JR.

My dog had to take his medication, in this case a pill. While the ailment was nothing to fret about, the pill still had to go down. Luckily, he has a certain weakness.

It was a big pill, a chalky tablet about the diameter of a dime and twice as thick.

The thing was surprisingly strong, but luckily it had one of those break-in-two furrows, so I didn’t have to demonstrate my lack of strength in front of my muscled-up dog. Read the rest of this entry →

JOHN SYKES JR.

I recently helped my dad and sister take their dog Buddy to the vet. Routine stuff, an annual sort of thing, a worm check and other nasty stuff like that. No big deal, except for the car problem.

Buddy’s original delivery to my dad from the Humane Society went well. He was quiet, didn’t thrash around and languidly stretched out on the back seat.

The only hiccup? Throw up. Calmly and without drama he emptied his stomach onto the back seat of my car. Fortunately a generous spread of towels covered the seat because I’ve had dogs throw up in my car before. Read the rest of this entry →