The Medicine War: Day Two

The war wages on...Mom keeps trying to stick that stupid medicine down my throat and I keep trying to spit it out. We've battled several times now, but it's too early to declare a winner. I've been forced to swallow some medicine, but I've also managed to splatter:

• the wall (twice)
• Mom
• Mom's shirt
• the carpet
• my food mat
• my doggie bed
• another spot on the carpet
• and my chin.

And let me tell you...the medicine may smell like doggie food, but it sure don't taste like chicken...