Yes -Prudence, my darling puppy! Had some friends round, who brought half an ounce of v v nice dope, in a film can. Off they went... then returned ten minutes later...
"I've lost my dope!" said Sam, mortified. A search ensued, during which I soon found the film can... with ominous tooth marks, open and empty! A minute, forensic search ensued for hours, discovering no more than atiny crumb of dope, and lots of lumps of dried mud. They left in disgust...
I then went down to the kitchen, and found Pru sitting there, looking sweet and innocent as usual. She was looking from side to side, blank, bloodshot eyes confused and strange...
"Awwww... you ate it, didn't you!" A feeble wag of the tail, and a somewhat unstaedy attempt to get up... oh hell! Filled with fear, I quickly weighed her, did a little calculation, and was seriously worried! Having once overdone it myself, eating a quarter of gold leb which poleaved me for days, I figured she had taken the equivalent of a good half pound or more for me, and decided to phone the Vet for advice. What followed was one of the most toe-curling, stupid conversations of my life - and there have been a few!
SEnsibly (it seemed at the time) I decided to disguise my voice. Stupidly, and I have no idea why, I was a bit nervous, and adopted a sort of 'John Major meets Mr Bean' anorak voice - and was stuck with it! My Indian Vet was intensely, alarmingly curious...
"You gave your dog CANNABIS?"
"Oh no... she sort've 'stole it'??"
"Oh dearie, dearie me... how much?"
"ER... quite lot... half an ounce?"
This most unforunately became agonising, as I suddenly wanted to laugh.
"This is not a joking matter! Most irresponsible!"
"What, me or the dog?"
"This is very serious, how is she behaving?"
"Well, er... a bit stoned I 'spose... wobbly"
"No wonder!"
"Will she be okay?" (tense pause) "Should I make her sick or something?"
"No, no! I think you have done enough harm! Give her some olive oil to help it pass..." (aha, useful... I'll know in future!)
Well, Prudence nodded off on the sofa, and although I was very worried when I picked her up and found shhe had turned into a floppy, cuddly toy, completely unconcious, she was still breathing. Rolled back her little eyelid, and an alarmingly bloodshot, big black eye appeared... even so, following a long, anxious night, she woke up right as rain next morning, and never looked back.
To be honest, she grew into a very strange dog after that, the most fiendishly clever, alarmingly intelligent, and supremely naughty dog I ever knew. Whether the dope was responsible, I never knew?
Sadly, she vanished one day, and despite every effort, was never seen again - I loved her to bits, and still hope she found her place with some travellers or something, though she lives now only in my memories... sniffle!