A friend of mine...
...owned a sweet but particularly stupid Alsatian/Collie mongrel called Cannie. One evening as young ne'er-do-wells, we were sat in his living room smoking suspiciously long and fragrant cigarettes whilst his folks were out.
It was someone's turn to do the honours, so our stash was passed from our host at one end of the sofa to my brother, sat at the other end. During the exchange it dropped into the lap of our host's then girlfriend (who was also particularly stupid, but that's another story). She stood up and the stash, around a 16th of an ounce of rocky, fell to the floor where said dog didn't miss her chance to bag what must surely be a tasty snack.

Dog pounced on stash - smokers pounced on dog but to no avail - dog swallowed stash. We waited. Sure enough, dog's behaviour gradually started to become more peculiar until we thought she should walk it off. Once outside Dog goes mental and f*cks off at high speed until after much chasing, the drugs and gravity eventually take their toll and she falls on her face. Deciding she's had enough we ventured back inside. Our host says the dog sat in the corner of the room for the rest of the night whimpering and staring at him with sad but menacing eyes, quote: 'as if she wanted to eat me'.

The same animal also once thought Pineapple scented hair conditioner would make a tasty treat. She spent an afternoon throwing up bubbles onto the kitchen floor.

Length? Six feet under.
(toomanydecibels has bleeding ears on, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:59, Reply)