If you recall last month he tried to kill me so we had a different approach. The dogs got theirs two days ago and it's such a piece of cake with them. Mama and daughter were the next day and they were fine. Phoebe was yesterday and she got weird and today we worked up enough nerve to do Henry. He was on the island waiting for food as usual, so husband threw a big towel over him up to his neck and I approached with the stuff. We pulled back the towel and all 21 pounds of him was struggling and screaming, and then it was over. He's now laying at my feet on his back with his big white tummy up. I guess I'm forgiven.