"One pill. Two treats," I say.
Chester looks at me and if he could roll his eyes he would. He knows I split the treat in half. But he loves me anyway.
Chester went back to the Vet's on Monday and the pills appear to be working. They had to do blood work to tell me this.
Today I'm relying on the tail meter. Chester is such a happy pup that he has to be feeling totally awful before his tail droops. On Sunday it was a droopy tail. Today it is all happy wags. He had his jaunty walk back for his morning walk and even convinced me to go just a bit longer.