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09-24-2007, 05:02 PM
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So that's a bichon frise, which I have one (Olivia) of at home. She's my little doggy, I raised her from a puppy and nurtured her with love and care and all that. Flash forward several years. One night Olivia gets quite sick - she's spastic and not in control of any motor function. I get quite worried because I think she might die or some such.
Turns out she wandered into my brother's room and ate an entire tray of brownies. ZOMG chocolate is bad for dogs. Olivia vomits a good deal of brown chocolately vomit across my brother's room. So we get ready to take Olivia to the vet for some stomach pumping action. So my brother takes my mom aside and says: "Uh... those were pot brownies."
Yes, that's right. My sweet little fluffy puppy was high as a kite. She had eaten a tray of pot brownies despite only weighing like 13 pounds. So we were all running around the house with a really, really high bichon. My dad was pretending to be asleep so he didn't have to deal with it.
We rush Olivia to the vet and it turns out she'll be fine. My brother's girlfriend (who brought the brownies) loves animals and is sobbing that she might have hurt the dog. The vet says usually dogs don't die of marijuana overdose, but they did have a Chihuahau pass away after eating several plants. So Olivia gets hydrogen peroxide or something and vomits the rest of the magic brownies up.
It's not over there though. Olivia was high for two days after that. She looked like a dog that had just gone on a huge drug bender - her fur all matted and dirty, her face blank and confused, and her butt covered in poo. Whenever we'd take her outside she'd run to the middle of our yard and just sit and watch the wind blow in the trees. She looked like a dog utterly at peace with nature. According to my mom by the end she became paranoid and would hide behind bushes and growl softly at nothing. My dad woke up the next day and pretended that nothing had happened.
Needless to say, Olivia still wanders into my brother's room looking for tasty treats.
So that's a bichon frise, which I have one (Olivia) of at home. She's my little doggy, I raised her from a puppy and nurtured her with love and care and all that. Flash forward several years. One night Olivia gets quite sick - she's spastic and not in control of any motor function. I get quite worried because I think she might die or some such.
Turns out she wandered into my brother's room and ate an entire tray of brownies. ZOMG chocolate is bad for dogs. Olivia vomits a good deal of brown chocolately vomit across my brother's room. So we get ready to take Olivia to the vet for some stomach pumping action. So my brother takes my mom aside and says: "Uh... those were pot brownies."
Yes, that's right. My sweet little fluffy puppy was high as a kite. She had eaten a tray of pot brownies despite only weighing like 13 pounds. So we were all running around the house with a really, really high bichon. My dad was pretending to be asleep so he didn't have to deal with it.
We rush Olivia to the vet and it turns out she'll be fine. My brother's girlfriend (who brought the brownies) loves animals and is sobbing that she might have hurt the dog. The vet says usually dogs don't die of marijuana overdose, but they did have a Chihuahau pass away after eating several plants. So Olivia gets hydrogen peroxide or something and vomits the rest of the magic brownies up.
It's not over there though. Olivia was high for two days after that. She looked like a dog that had just gone on a huge drug bender - her fur all matted and dirty, her face blank and confused, and her butt covered in poo. Whenever we'd take her outside she'd run to the middle of our yard and just sit and watch the wind blow in the trees. She looked like a dog utterly at peace with nature. According to my mom by the end she became paranoid and would hide behind bushes and growl softly at nothing. My dad woke up the next day and pretended that nothing had happened.
Needless to say, Olivia still wanders into my brother's room looking for tasty treats.