By: Mannie Oyewole.






Testimonies are very important; as
information, as a reference point, and for the
good interest of posterity…so I’d like to share
one with you guys…
I’ll try to be brief too. I live in ajah, in the
ilaje area, in a decent, closed off street. Well
developed though, but the plots on both sides
of my building are undeveloped yet, with thick
vegetation. Now, I share some interests in
snakes with the good Dr Mark, and I’m quite
comfortable with them, I sometimes capture
them (mostly the non poisonous types), spend
time playing with them and eventually release
them back into the habitat. I have neighbors
who arent comfortable with this, but I’ve
explained to them and shared articles as well
on the snake types and their being non
poisonous as well.
about 2 weeks ago, a snake came into the
house and Paul, my colleague, captured it, but
this time, it was a cobra, small, but
nonetheless, venomous. we captured it, like
always, and kept it in a jar inside my building.
my neighbors begged that we kill it but I
would have none of that, I told them that I
would rather give it to my good Doctorwho
would either release it into the wild someplace
else or send it to the right bodies for
conservation or study, but my neighbors
weren’t happy at all. I called Dr. Mark and
told him about it and he promised to come in
the following day, which was Friday to pick up
the snake. As bad luck would have it, the
snake escaped from the jar, within the house
and it was a neighbor who noticed it first. I
told him not to worry and immediately began a
snake hunt. I called the security guard and
together we scanned the house from top to
bottom, searching every dark corner and every
possible hiding place but couldn’t find it. it
had gone, where to, we couldn’t figure. this
made my neighbors very uncomfortable and
they complained bitterly about it. To prepare
for the worst, I called Dr Mark and told him
about the escape, also asked him and my
friend Slimbone, for antivenom, just to be
prepared for any eventuality, at the same
time, made plans to fumigate the following
day, to allay all our fears and purge the house
of every cretin inside.





Following day, we couldn’t do the fumigation
because there were dogs in the house, some
hand raised corso pups, my dog and good
friend, Buffy, a pekingese, and some bully
pitts that we kept downstairs as well, we had
to plan moving them away for a few days, this
happened successfully on Sunday morning. by
8am they had all vacated the house and were
told to return on Monday evening. I had left
the island on Saturday morning with Buffy
and spent the weekend on the mainland. I
returned on Monday morning, Buffy and I, but
we remained in the car and didnt go into the
compound until around 9am. I needed to
change and prepare for work. I opened the
gate and saw the Bully pitts already in the
compound playing, so I let buffy stay
downstairs with them while I dashed in and up
to prepare. A few moments later, a heavy
storm started and it was serious, so I opened
the door downstairs and all the windows so the
dogs could have some.shelter from the rain.
By the time I finished preparing and came
out, I noticed Buffy already removing
spittoon from his mouth, although he was
wagging and still playful, I knew immediately
that he was reacting to the fumigation. The
other dog was completely unperturbed but
then again, he wasnt brachycephalic like
Buffy. In no time, i took him straight to Dr
Mark’s clinic where he was quickly seen to by
the good Dr himself. Buffy was okay, stable
and even playing with other dogs there as well,
plus, the spitting had stopped completely as
well so all was good. I left him at the clinic for
continued observation while I returned to work,
with word that I’d return to collect him in the
afternoon. As the day went by, I spoke with
the Dr back and forth, checking in and was
told he was doing just fine. at about 2:30pm,
while heading back to the clinic to pick him up,
Dr Mark phoned me (he never does unless
theres a problem. lol) and I knew immediately
there was something wrong.
He began by asking me if I was sure that it
was only the after effects of the fumigation
that Buffy was suffering from or if there was
something else, and I answered that Buffy was
perfectly okay, up until he came into the
house with me during the storm. I asked what
the problem was and he said Buffy just
collapsed. One minute he was playing, and the
next, he was flat on the ground with his
eyeballs lolling about and tongue hanging out,
getting inflamed. thankfully, I was already on
ado road, close to the clinic, so I intensified
my speed to get there earlier. I arrived in less
than 4 mins and to my consternation, Buffy
was in a delirious state, stretching himself to
full length, and jerking back and forth, eyes
completely wide and unfocused, tongue was so
enlarged the mouth couldn’t hold it.. my
Buffy was dying, fighting for his life and
losing it right before my eyes, my heart broke
into a million pieces there and then and I k.ew
that I wouldn’t be the same if the worst
happened. I said to the Dr, in a very quiet but
firm voice, Dr. please dont let this dog die..
(he would later tell me that he felt the plea
come from my spirit and that drove him to do
even extra to save Buffy’s life) At the time,
they were trying to pass a line through his
veins and drip him but Buffy was hysterical,
hyperventilating. I asked the Dr what was
happening and he explained that the dog’s
temperature had gone beyond 44degrees on
the thermometer, and was in shock, at the
same time dehydrated. I couldn’t watch what
was happening so I left the room, started
praying fervently and begging God for my
dog’s life, I was confused, afraid, blaming
myself for letting this happen, especially with
all my experience, but I didnt give up. if ever
there was a time for recompense, this was it.
I’ve been in several surgeries and emergencies
with dogs professionally and knew I had to help
somehow, so I went back in, fully fortified in
my spirit and determined to fight, as God
directed. I called my friend, who is a full time
mum to buffy in everyway, because I couldn’t
handle it alone and also needed someone that
Buffy loved, to be closeby for moral support.
Dr Mark, very calm in all the craze, quickly
brought in a bucket of water, filled it with ice
then soaked Buffy in it. this was quick
thinking, done to crash the high temperature
of the dog so he can begin to manage the loss
of strength and rehydrate the dog. We held
him in the bucket for about 25mins, by this
time, he had stopped jerking but was very
weak, head and eyeballs were lolling about,
tongue still engorged and protruding, we
carried him to the examination table and
proceeded to hydrate him. he was dripped in a
forearm, and at the same time, receiving
another drip orally, this to reboost his
strength. after a while, Dr had to move the
drip to the second arm, afterwards, moved it
to one hind leg, just ensuring that the dog
had enough fluid in its system, through the
veins and orally as well, As he continued,
around 25 minutes into dripping him, Buffy
started to come to, his eyes began to focus
again and his tongue began to shrink as well,
life was returning to my dog, my dearest
darling Buffy..I couldn’t hide my relief, yes,
this was a fight, a real battle for life. I
watched my dog almost die and also watched
him being saved through calm and calculating
hands, all under God’s direction.. long story
short, we left the clinic that evening with
Buffy, understandably stable but very weak
still, and took him home. Since then, he has
been.nursed back to good health, mostly by my
friend Jenny, his mum, and myself. Although
we have visited the hospital once after the
crazy day, Buffy’s health has improved on a
daily and we are so happy that he is almost
back to his full self once again.

visit: https://360dogprof.com/touching-story-how-my-dogs-life-was-saved-after-he-took-in-poison/ for images...

You didn't say what now happened to the missing cobra. And again,no pictures.

Seeiously,You should be kobokoed very well

Justiceleague1:
You didn't say what now happened to the missing cobra. And again,no pictures.

Seeiously,You should be kobokoed very well

sorry Sir. I'm using opera mini. that's why I couldn't upload pictures. but there in that link.

This Op needs to be kained

The writer is very stupid. Keeping snakes in an apartment building.

Cobra is a poisonous snake and very dangerous. Get your own house and keep snakes that are threat to lives.

I wish you and your dog get bitten so you learn a bitter lesson. Mumu!

Born2Breed:
The writer is very stupid. Keeping snakes in an apartment building.

Cobra is a poisonous snake and very dangerous. Get your own house and keep snakes that are threat to lives.

I wish you and your dog get bitten so you learn a bitter lesson. Mumu!

please, stop displaying your stupidity online.

logadims:
please, stop displaying your stupidity online.

You are stu.pider than stu.pid.

You are the selfish idi0t that captured a dangerous snake that later escaped, what if your neighbors got bitten.

What a mor.on

campbell118:
This Op needs to be kained

Serious flogging.
Very anyhow somebody.

logadims:
By: Mannie Oyewole.






Testimonies are very important; as
information, as a reference point, and for the
good interest of posterity…so I’d like to share
one with you guys…
I’ll try to be brief too. I live in ajah, in the
ilaje area, in a decent, closed off street. Well
developed though, but the plots on both sides
of my building are undeveloped yet, with thick
vegetation. Now, I share some interests in
snakes with the good Dr Mark, and I’m quite
comfortable with them, I sometimes capture
them (mostly the non poisonous types), spend
time playing with them and eventually release
them back into the habitat. I have neighbors
who arent comfortable with this, but I’ve
explained to them and shared articles as well
on the snake types and their being non
poisonous as well.
about 2 weeks ago, a snake came into the
house and Paul, my colleague, captured it, but
this time, it was a cobra, small, but
nonetheless, venomous. we captured it, like
always, and kept it in a jar inside my building.
my neighbors begged that we kill it but I
would have none of that, I told them that I
would rather give it to my good Doctorwho
would either release it into the wild someplace
else or send it to the right bodies for
conservation or study, but my neighbors
weren’t happy at all. I called Dr. Mark and
told him about it and he promised to come in
the following day, which was Friday to pick up
the snake. As bad luck would have it, the
snake escaped from the jar, within the house
and it was a neighbor who noticed it first. I
told him not to worry and immediately began a
snake hunt. I called the security guard and
together we scanned the house from top to
bottom, searching every dark corner and every
possible hiding place but couldn’t find it. it
had gone, where to, we couldn’t figure. this
made my neighbors very uncomfortable and
they complained bitterly about it. To prepare
for the worst, I called Dr Mark and told him
about the escape, also asked him and my
friend Slimbone, for antivenom, just to be
prepared for any eventuality, at the same
time, made plans to fumigate the following
day, to allay all our fears and purge the house
of every cretin inside.





Following day, we couldn’t do the fumigation
because there were dogs in the house, some
hand raised corso pups, my dog and good
friend, Buffy, a pekingese, and some bully
pitts that we kept downstairs as well, we had
to plan moving them away for a few days, this
happened successfully on Sunday morning. by
8am they had all vacated the house and were
told to return on Monday evening. I had left
the island on Saturday morning with Buffy
and spent the weekend on the mainland. I
returned on Monday morning, Buffy and I, but
we remained in the car and didnt go into the
compound until around 9am. I needed to
change and prepare for work. I opened the
gate and saw the Bully pitts already in the
compound playing, so I let buffy stay
downstairs with them while I dashed in and up
to prepare. A few moments later, a heavy
storm started and it was serious, so I opened
the door downstairs and all the windows so the
dogs could have some.shelter from the rain.
By the time I finished preparing and came
out, I noticed Buffy already removing
spittoon from his mouth, although he was
wagging and still playful, I knew immediately
that he was reacting to the fumigation. The
other dog was completely unperturbed but
then again, he wasnt brachycephalic like
Buffy. In no time, i took him straight to Dr
Mark’s clinic where he was quickly seen to by
the good Dr himself. Buffy was okay, stable
and even playing with other dogs there as well,
plus, the spitting had stopped completely as
well so all was good. I left him at the clinic for
continued observation while I returned to work,
with word that I’d return to collect him in the
afternoon. As the day went by, I spoke with
the Dr back and forth, checking in and was
told he was doing just fine. at about 2:30pm,
while heading back to the clinic to pick him up,
Dr Mark phoned me (he never does unless
theres a problem. lol) and I knew immediately
there was something wrong.
He began by asking me if I was sure that it
was only the after effects of the fumigation
that Buffy was suffering from or if there was
something else, and I answered that Buffy was
perfectly okay, up until he came into the
house with me during the storm. I asked what
the problem was and he said Buffy just
collapsed. One minute he was playing, and the
next, he was flat on the ground with his
eyeballs lolling about and tongue hanging out,
getting inflamed. thankfully, I was already on
ado road, close to the clinic, so I intensified
my speed to get there earlier. I arrived in less
than 4 mins and to my consternation, Buffy
was in a delirious state, stretching himself to
full length, and jerking back and forth, eyes
completely wide and unfocused, tongue was so
enlarged the mouth couldn’t hold it.. my
Buffy was dying, fighting for his life and
losing it right before my eyes, my heart broke
into a million pieces there and then and I k.ew
that I wouldn’t be the same if the worst
happened. I said to the Dr, in a very quiet but
firm voice, Dr. please dont let this dog die..
(he would later tell me that he felt the plea
come from my spirit and that drove him to do
even extra to save Buffy’s life) At the time,
they were trying to pass a line through his
veins and drip him but Buffy was hysterical,
hyperventilating. I asked the Dr what was
happening and he explained that the dog’s
temperature had gone beyond 44degrees on
the thermometer, and was in shock, at the
same time dehydrated. I couldn’t watch what
was happening so I left the room, started
praying fervently and begging God for my
dog’s life, I was confused, afraid, blaming
myself for letting this happen, especially with
all my experience, but I didnt give up. if ever
there was a time for recompense, this was it.
I’ve been in several surgeries and emergencies
with dogs professionally and knew I had to help
somehow, so I went back in, fully fortified in
my spirit and determined to fight, as God
directed. I called my friend, who is a full time
mum to buffy in everyway, because I couldn’t
handle it alone and also needed someone that
Buffy loved, to be closeby for moral support.
Dr Mark, very calm in all the craze, quickly
brought in a bucket of water, filled it with ice
then soaked Buffy in it. this was quick
thinking, done to crash the high temperature
of the dog so he can begin to manage the loss
of strength and rehydrate the dog. We held
him in the bucket for about 25mins, by this
time, he had stopped jerking but was very
weak, head and eyeballs were lolling about,
tongue still engorged and protruding, we
carried him to the examination table and
proceeded to hydrate him. he was dripped in a
forearm, and at the same time, receiving
another drip orally, this to reboost his
strength. after a while, Dr had to move the
drip to the second arm, afterwards, moved it
to one hind leg, just ensuring that the dog
had enough fluid in its system, through the
veins and orally as well, As he continued,
around 25 minutes into dripping him, Buffy
started to come to, his eyes began to focus
again and his tongue began to shrink as well,
life was returning to my dog, my dearest
darling Buffy..I couldn’t hide my relief, yes,
this was a fight, a real battle for life. I
watched my dog almost die and also watched
him being saved through calm and calculating
hands, all under God’s direction.. long story
short, we left the clinic that evening with
Buffy, understandably stable but very weak
still, and took him home. Since then, he has
been.nursed back to good health, mostly by my
friend Jenny, his mum, and myself. Although
we have visited the hospital once after the
crazy day, Buffy’s health has improved on a
daily and we are so happy that he is almost
back to his full self once again.

You possess a really terrific command with the "pen". I greatly envy your writing style, even though you sent me to the dico ( Consternation and delirious). If you are able to support with relevant pictures, you just might make FP. Pls ignore the person raining insults at you. Ignore the mannerism but try to get the message.... The snake should have been properly secured
Cc:Seun, Lalasticlala