When Trixie had fatty liver disease, she would spit her pills after she had swallowed them. The bitch would regurgitate them and I would find them.  As punishment, I would crush it into the A-D I had to force fed her with a syringe, but she only ran away and hid.  All while she was dying. That girl.  Now she is back to 15lbs, the bitch.  But pills and her?  Nope.  I keep finding them everywhere while she looks at me like what?  Zoe is smart like her.

Ben is easy. He loves pill pockets, and if we don't have any - cheese.