strydr
Active member
Not a herb story, but my mom grew up with a beer drinking donkey. Her mom was a drunk, and owned a bar (across the street from her house). The donkey would hang out @ the bar, drink beer and eat peanuts. Sometimes it would pass out on the floor, sometimes it would stumble back home. She has a newspaper clipping of it somewhere.
Another good story-
My dad needed someone to house sit while he went houseboating for a week. I offered to stay there, and take care of his house and dog. One night, some friends came over to hang out. We were smoking herb on the patio, and dad's dog (boxer) just had to have some. We would blow all our hits in his face, and he was loving it. About a hour later, my buddy tells me he had a 1/2 a vile of LSD in his pocket, and can't find it now..
Inside, I find my dad's boxer, in the kitchen, chewing on the vile. More than 1/2 of the bottle was gone, and I could literally see the drug take ahold of the dog. My friends all thought he(the dog) was gonna kill them all. I ended up taking the dog into my room, and spending the entire night hanging out with him, making sure he was ok. Dog lived a long, happy life after that.
Another good story-
My dad needed someone to house sit while he went houseboating for a week. I offered to stay there, and take care of his house and dog. One night, some friends came over to hang out. We were smoking herb on the patio, and dad's dog (boxer) just had to have some. We would blow all our hits in his face, and he was loving it. About a hour later, my buddy tells me he had a 1/2 a vile of LSD in his pocket, and can't find it now..
Inside, I find my dad's boxer, in the kitchen, chewing on the vile. More than 1/2 of the bottle was gone, and I could literally see the drug take ahold of the dog. My friends all thought he(the dog) was gonna kill them all. I ended up taking the dog into my room, and spending the entire night hanging out with him, making sure he was ok. Dog lived a long, happy life after that.