Ms. C really feels awful. I mean, just look at me. I really, really, really, really hate that medicine. She feels like she is torturing me when I run around foaming at the mouth because I hate the taste so much.
Ms. C really is feeling frustrated and terrible about it. There is no tricking me by disguising a pill or this liquid in cheese, peanut butter, stinky fish, or anything else because I am very smart. I know when something tastes like poison and I will not touch it. She has wasted pill after pill trying to find the way to trick me, taking the tips of other humans who have had success in tricking their dogs or cats. Nope, it won't work with me.
She tells me that she is very concerned that my condition will worsen, and only wants me to be healthy. I'm still not going to take that stuff.
