Getting Your Dog High is Not a Good Stress-Reliever

The other day, I witnessed a horrifying event. I was at a pre – finals party, and despite tests and papers looming over everyone’s heads, the spirit was high — literally.

There were about 20 people there, including a precious chihuahua I’ll call Tony. Tony, although several years old, retained his puppyesque glow at a whopping four pounds. Since I didn’t know very many people at the party, Tony and I became fast friends, playing tug – of – war in a corner and waiting for my ride to want to leave.

Until… Tony’s owner stumbled over, scooped him up, put her mouth on his, and blew. Smoke. Into the little chihuahua. She gave Tony back to me, but he was a goner. He slumped over on the floor, catatonic — I guess he was transfixed by the awesome jams. “Yeah, Tony!” Everyone laughed.

This was all a little much for me. Maybe it was the stress of my upcoming finals and the Blink 182 playing in the background, but I wanted to cry, or call the ASPCA, but I didn’t have their number so crying was a more reasonable option. I’ve heard tall tales of frat boys feeding their golden retrievers beer, but getting a tiny, defenseless chihuahua high? Not cool!

I left before Tony could perk back up. I really didn’t want to hang around to see what dogs ate when they got the munchies. In Tony’s case, I hope he found something good and gave his owner the dog food.