Dabber got high for the first time, last night, confirmed. Buddy Robert and I were passing his old school brass pipe, blowing clouds. Dabber was between us and getting smoke redirected to her face from the front door breeze. Her ears started going back all Yoda and junk and she came over, nestled against my thigh, and went to sleep. I have to say she wasn't right for the rest of the day. It's funny but I feel a little guilty. I mean, I gave her cheese once and she always expects I'm going to drop a piece.
Oh! By the adoption paperwork from Guadalajara, Dabber is officially 2. Too bad that whole accidentally getting her high thing happened yesterday.