A couple nights ago, I was laying on the couch watching a little tv. I kept hearing something outside. We live out in the middle of nowhere, so I was getting the pistol warm. I creep around the barn to our garage thinking it was either coons or a crackhead. Usually, those two make the same type of ruckus. As I shine my light, I come to witness trash everywhere. Instead of a person or wild marsupial it was my domestic marsupial.
We have 4 dogs and they have been amazing, so this was a very unusual act. Anyways, I punished him and cleaned up the mess and went to bed.
The following morning, I am going out to feed my roosters and that is the time my dogs come out to go walk on the farm. As we were going out the door, I noticed only 3 behind me. This is pretty alarming for me. My dogs are ready to rock and tree squirrels/play. So, I go to my bedroom and the trash culprit is hiding in the closet. I try to call him over and tell him it is time to play buddy. But no movement. I'm like wtf. So, I pick him up and this dog is a straight brick. Stiff as a board and barely breathing. Eyes barely open. We rush him to the vet, and they had to pump his stomach. There was a lot of bones but luckily not too many plastics. They kept him over night because they did not understand why he was having neurological issues. And that is when something clicked in my mind.
3 months ago, my friend owed me some doe and he wanted to trade some homemade cannabutter. It tasted terrible so it stayed in the back of my outdoor fridge for a while, and I remembered dumping all of it in the trash a couple nights before. This damn dog ate 5 bars of thc and was on an elite stoner journery for 48 hours! What are the chances he just now becomes a trash panda and I have that type of hazards in there? It was a hefty price, but I've been laughing at him all day. Wagging his tail like nothing happened. haha My little stoner dog. Love ol Mr. Grits.
Hope yawl have a good weekend. Wde from low Alabama.
We have 4 dogs and they have been amazing, so this was a very unusual act. Anyways, I punished him and cleaned up the mess and went to bed.
The following morning, I am going out to feed my roosters and that is the time my dogs come out to go walk on the farm. As we were going out the door, I noticed only 3 behind me. This is pretty alarming for me. My dogs are ready to rock and tree squirrels/play. So, I go to my bedroom and the trash culprit is hiding in the closet. I try to call him over and tell him it is time to play buddy. But no movement. I'm like wtf. So, I pick him up and this dog is a straight brick. Stiff as a board and barely breathing. Eyes barely open. We rush him to the vet, and they had to pump his stomach. There was a lot of bones but luckily not too many plastics. They kept him over night because they did not understand why he was having neurological issues. And that is when something clicked in my mind.
3 months ago, my friend owed me some doe and he wanted to trade some homemade cannabutter. It tasted terrible so it stayed in the back of my outdoor fridge for a while, and I remembered dumping all of it in the trash a couple nights before. This damn dog ate 5 bars of thc and was on an elite stoner journery for 48 hours! What are the chances he just now becomes a trash panda and I have that type of hazards in there? It was a hefty price, but I've been laughing at him all day. Wagging his tail like nothing happened. haha My little stoner dog. Love ol Mr. Grits.
Hope yawl have a good weekend. Wde from low Alabama.
