So Dirty Dog OD'd on chocolate brownies Monday night while we were sleeping. I rushed him to the vet when he walked in zig zags and bumped into things. This is his update:
-He is still a little disoriented when he runs. Try to chase him! You will win this time.
-He is pooing charcoal. Barbecue, anyone?
-I tried to give him his meds. After 45 minutes, most of it was on the ceiling and in my hair. I tried some Dog Whisperer tricks, but I don't think they work unless you're Satan. By the way, I think that Cesar Milan is Satan.
-I have no money at all. I spent everything and my tax refunds ($6) on his chocolate poisoning.
-I am jealous of his chocolate poisoning.
I wish that I could OD on brownies, but that's just for the dogs!