Things started off well -- they didn't like the Baytril at all, because who does?, but they thought the doxy was okay and would lick it right up. I tried mixing the two, but the doxy isn't strongly flavored enough to cover the Baytril. Then, oh then, then they decided they didn't like the doxycycline either, and wouldn't take it no matter what we mixed it with. Corn syrup? Ew. Fruit juice? Not good enough. Frantic begging? Pfaugh.
So then there was medicating by syringe for a couple days. This worked okay with the Baytril, because it's less than a mouthful, but not so well with the doxy. Calliope started out knowing how not to swallow, and how to wipe nasty icky pick stuff off on my pants, or the chair, or a cardboard box, and Echo picked it up pretty fast. We should have gotten pictures, because little ratty nasty-faces are so darn cute.
This morning, though, Andres went out to the grocery and picked up our secret weapon, sweetened condensed milk. It is a most fine and excellent carrier of medication, and has now passed muster with both the picky, picky, picky little rats. So there.
I wonder how long it will take for the pink stains in Calliope's fur to come out.