So there I am, taking the kids up to Hollywood Video so they can go into the game section and buy a bunch of shit they don't need. So we fuck around there for a bit, stop by the store on the way home and waste some time, blah blah blah.
Get home, open the door, and the dog has gotten into the garbage while we were gone and got a plastic bag stuck on his head! His bowels have released on the carpet, not breathing, no heartbeat, zilch. Dead as a doorknob. Which is, I guess, pretty dead.
Why I bothered trying to bring him back with CPR is beyond me, but I did anyway, mostly for the kids' benefit, I guess...mouth to mouth, pushing lightly on his chest to try and kickstart his heart, the whole bit.
Son of a bitch if he doesn't start breathing, flicker his eyes open and his heart starts beating!
Took him down to the vet, told them what happened, they said he was dead, no doubt about it - but the CPR revived him.
The moral of the story?
Learn CPR if you love your dog
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Originally Posted by Panamark
