Oliver's Eye

I can't really tell if his eye is getting better. But, he's a good
little patient. Just sits there while I gently pry his eye open and
dump medicinal sludge into it three times a day.  This morning, I put
a few of his pills in a hot dog and offered them to him. He turned
away. So, I mixed two other pills into his food. When he was "done"
eating, there was at one side of the dish, a tiny little pile of food
with a tiny little pill balanced on top, and on the other side of the
small dish was another tiny little mound of food with the other little
pill on top.

Hm. I'm unimpressed.

I fished them out and put all the pills he needed to take into hot dog
again and plopped them in the bowl.
He looked in his bowl, "Oyo!  Hot dogs! Lucky me!"  and ate them right
up as though he hadn't just rejected them one-and-a-half minutes
earlier.

Weirdo.

Well, at least he's a weirdo who's eating his pills!