As many of you know Oni's little life has been chock full of adventure. As his
"parents" Dominic and I have come to accept this but nothing could have prepared us for what happened yesterday.

Oni and I were hanging out all morning when my sister-in-law, Kirstie, and her boyfriend showed up. Shortly after they arrived Oni became very lethargic. At the time I just thought he needed a nap but when I went to take him for a walk he wouldn't even pick up his head. What dog doesn't respond to the W word? Strange as it was I still thought he was just sleepy so I picked him up to make him walk but he couldnt. He tried but his legs wouldnt work. MY DOG'S LEGS WOULDNT WORK!

I started thinking about our morning and wondering if he could have eaten something poisonous. The only time I wasnt watching him was when he was with Kirstie and Victor but by this time they had already left so i couldnt ask them what he might have eaten. I looked around for a half eaten bottle of pills or anything but I only found dog vomit. As I cleaned up the puke I did something without even thinking about it, something I wouldnt normally do, I smelled his puke. Yes, I picked up Oni's vomit and put it to my nose when I discovered my little guy's problem. His barf smelled like like a 420 convention. You guessed it; the ganga, the wacky tobacky, giggle weed, reefer, herb, MARIJUANA. But how much had he eaten? And who the fuck left weed where my dog could eat it? And how could someone let that happen? And what's going to happen to my dog? Will he die? Should I induce vomitting? Do i know how to induce vomitting?

I called Dominic and histerically spewed out my million questions. He searched the internet and we found some comfort in the information he found. It said to keep the little guy warm and hydrated and just wait for it to pass. But it also said to keep an eye on him incase he went comatose. So i took reefer dog to work and watched as he slowly; very, very slowly, sobered up. The whole process took nearly 36 hours.

But oh no, that's not all, there's more: in his drug induced state he forgot to react to the swat of a cat claw and got it right in the eye, his GOOD eye. Luckily, or unluckily, we've been through this before and had some prescription drops left over and we began treatment immediately.

Tonight, he's back to his crazy antics and I couldnt be more happy to see him alive again. We think his eye is going to heal up fine too.

Needless to say, Kirstie and Victor feel pretty bad about the whole thing and will hopefully be making safer choices about drug use.