Yesterday at breakfast during our discussion of whether or not pot should be legal, Pete said that just because Earl looks high some of the time doesn't mean he is smoking pot. True. It is a fact that I have never seen Earl smoking pot. I've never witnessed him with a bong or a joint or any other pot related paraphernalia. I've never seen him lighting up. What does that prove? He doesn't have thumbs, it would be hard for him to hold anything. I have however, witnessed the dog exit the house and come back in smelling like smoke. None of the other dogs do this. No other member of the Pack has that vacant look on his face. Ever. I say there's enough circumstantial evidence to say the dog smokes pot. Even if we put everyone on the witness stand and cross examined them we would have to admit that Randi has a huge bias and couldn't be trusted to tell the truth. Clark would be so intimidated by possible repercussions he couldn't tell the truth and Sarah, well, Sarah has a vested interest in seeing Randi and Earl re-incarcerated and would make up anything she could to make that happen. Who's going to tell an old dog she's lying? This leaves me and I say the dog is high. Case closed.
In other news, the most exciting event at the Saratoga Animal Shelter today was when I watched EDub this morning spend about five minutes trying to figure out how to jump up and get on the ghetto retaining wall where PDub was already perched. She went from side to side. She craned her neck. She made a weak attempt at jumping, but none of her fine thinking could puzzle it out and she remained on the ground, while PDub enjoyed the full morning sun a foot and a half higher up.
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