My dog was higher than Snoop & Willie combined.
May 20, 2022 4:24:33 GMT
elaine, grammanisi, and 5 more like this
Post by StephDRebel on May 20, 2022 4:24:33 GMT
Y'all. I thought it supposed to be easier after the kids moved out. I'm only responsible for myself and two little puppy dogs, this should be easy.
Nope. Not this week.
Disclaimer: He is fine, everyone is fine. I'm a little traumatized, but fine and I know that it really sucks that I left it where he could get it but I did and he did and we've processed it all so we're ready to laugh at the trauma a little.
Last weekend was Friday the 13th and the full moon. Remember that? I will forever.
A couple of weeks ago someone used our apartment for a photo shoot on the rooftop and in our bedroom and when she left, she left us a 'treat' on the counter- a weed brownie, yay! It was pre-packaged/manufactured and it sat there all week. My bff lives two doors down and came over to let us know she was home from work and to chat for a bit. I grabbed the brownie and opened it just a tiiiiiiny bit to see if it smelled like week and pinched a wee little piece off to taste it and then told her to take it to her (grown) kids because it was super rich and not really my thing. I sat it on the end table between us and we kept chatting.
A few minutes later we heard people hollering outside so we got up and went onto the rooftop to see what was going on. My neighborhood has a rather active nightlife and there are usually people dancing in the street for a few hours and then fighting after the bars close. We were out there for maybe 4 minutes and then went back inside because it was rainy and it was just people yelling.
In the minutes that I went outside my tiny little 15lb pomeranian grabbed the whole ass brownie, RAN to the bedroom, hid it under the bed and then ran out on the porch with us like nothing happened at all. We went back inside and he went into the bedroom to lay down like he does and a few minutes later I suddenly realized that the brownie was missing and the tiny asshole must have taken it. We searched all over the house thinking I was a complete fool and maybe carried it off and laid it down somewhere and then I found the wrapper next to the bed after I got too close and he fled the scene.
Not only did he steal, betray, lie, and then eat the whole brownie, he delicately opened the cellophane and I am not kidding when I say it didnt have a single extra tear on the package. He left me not a crumb as this little dumpster doggie does not participate in this 'sharing is caring' bullshit.
I immediately panicked and started googling (bad idea) while dh called the emergency vet (better idea) and the neighbor shrieked about how worried she was (awful idea). The ER ended up having a 8+ hour wait so they told us that as long as his vitals were stable and he was drinking water that we could monitor him and then try to get him into the veterinary urgent care first thing in the morning.
30 minutes into his journey he started being a little stumbly and if you moved near him he would jump like he was startled. I was still googling so I knew this was to be expected. We decided to go for a walk and let them pee before things got any wilder and he could barely stand up. He ended up peeing and then tripping and falling in it so I carried him back upstairs and gave him a quick bath and said a prayer of gratitude that he was semi-recently groomed and his hair was short because he was not happy about it.
I curled up in the bean bag with him and he slept for a while while we listened to his breathing and checked his heart rate every 15 minutes. He woke up a few times and drank some water and ate some boiled chicken and then went back to sleep. At around 3am I took him to bed with me and checked his vitals again. he got a little burst of energy and played for a few minutes and then fell asleep again. at 445 he got up and moved to the foot of the bed like he usually does and at 515 he jumped off the bed and went to lay by the front door (he likes to talk to the dental students next door when they walk by the door and say good morning to him). At 6, dh got up and the poor dog was laying on his side, eyes half rolled in his head, tongue out, and just done. He didn't really respond when dh picked him up or tried to get his attention. He gave him some water with a syringe and called the vet again and while they were on the phone he finally threw up. (all over my shag rug). The puppy got a second wind and played for a bit and just looked super duper sleepy so while he was on the phone with the vet dh woke me up and we got ready to head to the vet. They ended up being closed for the day for an emergency so we ended up at the emergency vet anyway. I walked in with this little tiny, floppy, baby doggy in my arms and he is completely passed OUT again.
"Hi. I need to have my dog seen, we've been in contact on the phone all night, he's the pomeranian that ate the pot brownie."
'He ate what?'
"A brownie that was infused with weed."
*confused look* 'a brownie with what?'
"WEED. He ate a WEED BROWNIE"
*Random man behind me giggles*
'Ooooh, a weed brownie. So he's super stoned right now. This happens all the time'
"Excellent." *blank stare because i'm mortified*
'Ok, so he's a pomeranian. He's 8 years old. What is his name?'
"Biggie Smalls"
*Vet tech and random buy both bust out laughing*
Randy the random guy "Wrong rapper. Should have named him Snooooop D O double G.
It's much funnier now.
Anyway, we sat there for hours and the random dude had a somethingorotherdoodle that was throwing up and then perked up about hour five. He said he had to add us to the text chain with his wife because he had been watching people come in since 1am. They immediately took Biggs back and basically just watched him and gave him an IV and then told us to keep an eye on him. He was sleepy that day, the next morning he perked up and was glassy eyed but normalish and finally today he seems to be completely back to his normal level of crazy and his eyes are finally clear.
I sent her a message and heard back from her Monday to see exactly what it was that he ate. Apparently it was 175mg. For perspective, most gummies/candies range between 5-20 mg. Apparently this was a brownie you break into multiple pieces.
Think he learned his lesson? Nope. Before he was done being all the way high he tried to get in the trash can.
Fun facts: If you take your dog to the emergency vet you are required to call poison control first so that they can tell the vet what to do and if it was dangerous. That call costs $95. Dang. Dogs also store THC in their...pancreas I think? So even when the weed wears off more is released when they eat so they get a little high every time for a while. I'm both fascinated and jealous.
Nope. Not this week.
Disclaimer: He is fine, everyone is fine. I'm a little traumatized, but fine and I know that it really sucks that I left it where he could get it but I did and he did and we've processed it all so we're ready to laugh at the trauma a little.
Last weekend was Friday the 13th and the full moon. Remember that? I will forever.
A couple of weeks ago someone used our apartment for a photo shoot on the rooftop and in our bedroom and when she left, she left us a 'treat' on the counter- a weed brownie, yay! It was pre-packaged/manufactured and it sat there all week. My bff lives two doors down and came over to let us know she was home from work and to chat for a bit. I grabbed the brownie and opened it just a tiiiiiiny bit to see if it smelled like week and pinched a wee little piece off to taste it and then told her to take it to her (grown) kids because it was super rich and not really my thing. I sat it on the end table between us and we kept chatting.
A few minutes later we heard people hollering outside so we got up and went onto the rooftop to see what was going on. My neighborhood has a rather active nightlife and there are usually people dancing in the street for a few hours and then fighting after the bars close. We were out there for maybe 4 minutes and then went back inside because it was rainy and it was just people yelling.
In the minutes that I went outside my tiny little 15lb pomeranian grabbed the whole ass brownie, RAN to the bedroom, hid it under the bed and then ran out on the porch with us like nothing happened at all. We went back inside and he went into the bedroom to lay down like he does and a few minutes later I suddenly realized that the brownie was missing and the tiny asshole must have taken it. We searched all over the house thinking I was a complete fool and maybe carried it off and laid it down somewhere and then I found the wrapper next to the bed after I got too close and he fled the scene.
Not only did he steal, betray, lie, and then eat the whole brownie, he delicately opened the cellophane and I am not kidding when I say it didnt have a single extra tear on the package. He left me not a crumb as this little dumpster doggie does not participate in this 'sharing is caring' bullshit.
I immediately panicked and started googling (bad idea) while dh called the emergency vet (better idea) and the neighbor shrieked about how worried she was (awful idea). The ER ended up having a 8+ hour wait so they told us that as long as his vitals were stable and he was drinking water that we could monitor him and then try to get him into the veterinary urgent care first thing in the morning.
30 minutes into his journey he started being a little stumbly and if you moved near him he would jump like he was startled. I was still googling so I knew this was to be expected. We decided to go for a walk and let them pee before things got any wilder and he could barely stand up. He ended up peeing and then tripping and falling in it so I carried him back upstairs and gave him a quick bath and said a prayer of gratitude that he was semi-recently groomed and his hair was short because he was not happy about it.
I curled up in the bean bag with him and he slept for a while while we listened to his breathing and checked his heart rate every 15 minutes. He woke up a few times and drank some water and ate some boiled chicken and then went back to sleep. At around 3am I took him to bed with me and checked his vitals again. he got a little burst of energy and played for a few minutes and then fell asleep again. at 445 he got up and moved to the foot of the bed like he usually does and at 515 he jumped off the bed and went to lay by the front door (he likes to talk to the dental students next door when they walk by the door and say good morning to him). At 6, dh got up and the poor dog was laying on his side, eyes half rolled in his head, tongue out, and just done. He didn't really respond when dh picked him up or tried to get his attention. He gave him some water with a syringe and called the vet again and while they were on the phone he finally threw up. (all over my shag rug). The puppy got a second wind and played for a bit and just looked super duper sleepy so while he was on the phone with the vet dh woke me up and we got ready to head to the vet. They ended up being closed for the day for an emergency so we ended up at the emergency vet anyway. I walked in with this little tiny, floppy, baby doggy in my arms and he is completely passed OUT again.
"Hi. I need to have my dog seen, we've been in contact on the phone all night, he's the pomeranian that ate the pot brownie."
'He ate what?'
"A brownie that was infused with weed."
*confused look* 'a brownie with what?'
"WEED. He ate a WEED BROWNIE"
*Random man behind me giggles*
'Ooooh, a weed brownie. So he's super stoned right now. This happens all the time'
"Excellent." *blank stare because i'm mortified*
'Ok, so he's a pomeranian. He's 8 years old. What is his name?'
"Biggie Smalls"
*Vet tech and random buy both bust out laughing*
Randy the random guy "Wrong rapper. Should have named him Snooooop D O double G.
It's much funnier now.
Anyway, we sat there for hours and the random dude had a somethingorotherdoodle that was throwing up and then perked up about hour five. He said he had to add us to the text chain with his wife because he had been watching people come in since 1am. They immediately took Biggs back and basically just watched him and gave him an IV and then told us to keep an eye on him. He was sleepy that day, the next morning he perked up and was glassy eyed but normalish and finally today he seems to be completely back to his normal level of crazy and his eyes are finally clear.
I sent her a message and heard back from her Monday to see exactly what it was that he ate. Apparently it was 175mg. For perspective, most gummies/candies range between 5-20 mg. Apparently this was a brownie you break into multiple pieces.
Think he learned his lesson? Nope. Before he was done being all the way high he tried to get in the trash can.
Fun facts: If you take your dog to the emergency vet you are required to call poison control first so that they can tell the vet what to do and if it was dangerous. That call costs $95. Dang. Dogs also store THC in their...pancreas I think? So even when the weed wears off more is released when they eat so they get a little high every time for a while. I'm both fascinated and jealous.
