Trixie has had enough of it all. I can't blame her for it. I strongly dislike eye drops too. She has resorted to using her teeth. I'm sure that Cesar Milan covered this in an episode, somewhere. But it's been a few years since I've seen the show. So I had to buy a muzzle, and I felt terrible about it. But I thought that this would be the answer to the problem.
I put the muzzle on her, and she immediately launched into full-panic mode. Arching her back, banging her nose on the floor, clawing her nose (dangerously close to her eyes), crying, making choking sounds, jerking her head around. Her panic created my panic, or more likely it was the other way around. It was AWFUL. Even without the risk of being bitten, she was so wild that it was even more difficult to get in an eye drop. And I didn't. Not even close. I took off that muzzle and cried in disappointment.
I decided that it was time to begin the taper-down schedule early. Once daily drops instead of twice. I tried again in the morning (with the muzzle) and got it done with a more manageable level of struggle. Mornings are always better, it seems. I have that calm and assertive aura at that time.
Oh, Trixie. It is wonderful news that you do not hold grudges.
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