The Duke Is Back

We had a very scary day yesterday.

Duke ate something on the beach. He became very disorientated, wobbly on his legs and extremely lethargic. I really thought we were going to lose him at one point.

A trip to the emergency vet revealed he had probably consumed some marijuana, left on the beach by one of the many smugglers who ply their nefarious trade along our coast.

His pulse was very low, his temperature too and he was almost incapable of moving. After a while on a drip, he regained some mobility and a few signs of life returned.

But it was not until this morning that he was more or less back to normal.

It was a nasty experience and a warning to be so very vigilant along our beaches. That was one trip I hope the Duke never takes again.