This may be one of our FAVORITE tumblr posts ever; is that wrong?
We are glad that Bailey is doing fine, therefore we think it is OK to share with all you Griffoniacs out there. Bailey lives with 2 other Griffs and 2 humans in Tennessee. His human brother Jake sure has a way with story telling; a future Truman Capote perhaps?
So yesterday my mom and I had a little discussion.. Apparently, my dog Bailey ate a little bit of my mother’s stash of weed and a little ash that had fallen off her nightstand.. We’re sitting in the living room when Bailey (pictured here) came stumbling in looking like he’d been on a three day drunk.. The mean little bastard was high as he could be.. If anything, I think it helped him. For once, he didn’t seem miserable and wasn’t snapping at every finger or toe that comes within two feet from his face. This is how my mother, doing her best “I’m not stoned” impression - attempts to explain how and why my dog managed to get stoned on his own.. Click “read more” to continue.