One of my good friends used to have a little white dog. I don't know what it was, but it was about the size of a Yorkie (super-small). There was a night where we were all geting pilled out on X and Xanax and smoking tons of weed when suddenly we were looking for the two bars (2 mg a piece, of course) that we left somewhere. Almost like out of some sort of movie, we look over and see the dog munching away on something and we rush over only to find little bits of xanax on the carpet. We tried to open his mouth and make him cough it up, but it was too late - the pills were down his gullet. Not knowing what to do, we just kept chilling, seeing as how we were mad fucked up on xanax plus rolling balls to the walls.
Soon enough, we started to notice the dog acting funny. The first thing we noticed him do was walk straight into the corner of a wall and hit his head. He fell backwards on his bottom and sort of sat there for about thirty seconds. We didn't know if he was awake or not, but then he got right up, stared at the corner, and did it again! After that he stumbled around like crazy for about thirty minutes before passing out on the ground. We wanted to make sure he was okay without getting any of the authorities involved, so we took turns keping our hands on his abdomen just to make sure he was still breathing. He slept for 3 straight days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My friend doesn't have a job, so he was able to keep a responsible eye on him. When the dog finally awoke, the first thing he did was walk very slowly over to his food dish and eat about twice his weight in kibbles and bits. Then he drank his entire bowl of water. Then I took him out for a walk so that he could go potty. I have never seen a dog that small shit so much in my entire life or pee so many times. He was a little bit lethargic for about a week after that, but then he was fine. Imagine that: two bars in a dog that could have weighed no more than 10 pounds! What a trooper! %)