A Dog named 'Needle'

I was going to write this post in Hindi, as this is now an option in Blogger, but I thought I'd better consider my English speaking friends first.

So, this post is dedicated to my dog, CODY. No, he is not dead, and no, his name is not needle. But this weekend I had a new experience. Some of you may or may not know, but Cody was recently diagnosed with diabetes. Who knew?! So now, this 'gold' dog, as my dad likes to call him, gets insulin shots twice a day with a strict diet. No chopped liver for him. My mom decided that this weekend would be a good time for me to learn how to give him a shot. I am no veterinarian... nor am I a dog whisperer. It is quite the process... needless to say, my mom ended up taking over. Who wants to stab a needle in a dog?

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not afraid to do it. I pride myself in doing 'manly' jobs around the house... killing spiders, doing manual labor like lifting our hatch door, which weighs a gazillion tons, hanging lights on our 9 foot ceiling... However, injecting a little dog with a needle takes talent. I mean, I think it is a valuable skill to learn. I mean, druggies do it everyday. People needing epi-pens. Giving or taking blood. But no one said it would be easy.

So until my next needle lesson...

Cheers to Cody! He has survived a lot. He has survived a lot of self-inflicted trauma, BUT he has come out resilient. And he is still a smart cookie. I taught him his tricks with cheerios: lay down, dead dog, dead dog to 'bang,' shake a paw, high five, jump, putting food in front of him and making him wait to eat it, and much, much more.

Thanks CODY, for many a happy time. You truly are man's best friend.