Liebling knows his own mind too (hope it keeps up when he's in his teens and older!) and disliked some antibiotics that he needed, I remember. He thought it a great game to run away from me when I tried to medicate him.
DH chased him, pinned him down, popped the syringe in and squirted it in. We told Liebling he could win next time - so he stopped crying, got up and run away while we chased him and didn't catch him for five minutes. Because he got to win, when I told him it was medicine time next he lay down on the floor and opened his mouth.
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