Every morning I give Arthur Lucky Odincat an oral shot of painkiller for his hip. It used to be a struggle, but I've learned how to get him to open his mouth and to squirt it in the first time without delay, and he's learned that I've got this strange daily habit.
He still glares "You're such a wierdo!" but we stay friends, so it's all good.
He still glares "You're such a wierdo!" but we stay friends, so it's all good.
