The wife and I attempted to make canna butter a while back.
After straining, I threw the leavings out back. Never thought about one of the dogs eating it. Well, one did.
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I noticed he was walking funny, and getting progressively worse.
He finally got to the point where he couldn’t even move. The wife made him comfortable on the couch, which I advised against.
I came downstairs the next morning to find him laying in a puddle of piss and puke, still on the couch, which I had advised against.
I honestly thought he was dead.
I went to pick him up, so I could take the body outside before the wife woke up.
As soon as I lifted him, he started flopping around and squalling bloody murder.
He flopped out of my arms, and hit the floor with a THUD. Squalling all the while.
The wife came running down the stairs, eyes all bugged out, wanting to know what was going on.
We both got a good laugh after I explained the situation, and of course, I got stuck cleaning the couch.