Had a buddy come over years ago with a bag of weed. We sat down and smoked 'til we were silly. He leaves. Next morning, Vlad, my Borzoi, is down for the count. Ran him to the emergency vet on a Saturday (cha-ching!). Vet checks him and said it looks like poisoning. In the mean time, the dog pukes in his floor. Yep. Weed. Paid the vet the hundred bucks for the visit, shoveled the dog back into the truck, headed home, piled him in a corner, and put on some Moody Blues.
A couple hours later, my buddy calls up and wants to know if he'd left his bag. I told him the dog ate it. He wanted me to pay fifty bucks for it. Told him I would if he'd reimburse me for the vet bill!
Yoop, it's a Ford. First Ford I've ever owned. Hope GM will forgive me. Counting the one Dodge bought out of desperation when I was a youngster, it's the second non-GM vehicle the family has ever owned. Still got three, so they shouldn't be too pissed. Thought about buying the Chevy City Express, but they're a re-badged Nissan, come off the same line in Mexico. No thanks.