My dog got high, but it’s not my fault

This is your dog on drugs. Actually, this is MY dog on drugs.

Listen, I swear it wasn’t my weed.

Hopefully, you’ll believe me when I say that, because the vet did not. Neither did my husband, and he turned to me in the vet’s office and said, “Do you have weed in the house?” to which I replied, “No, Officer. I’ve never bought weed.” I wasn’t just being cheeky. I’m married to a cop. (Okay, I was being a little cheeky.)

Let me back up, though.

About three weeks before, I made a run by Tomlinson’...