When I was in high school a friend of mine's mom used to let us party & drink at her house all the time, I guess she felt that we were safer there than out running amok. They had a British bull dog named Bruiser, he was a good dog. When we held parties there they'd give Bruiser lots of beer which he loved and then they'd blow pot smoke in his face. They thought it was pretty funny getting Bruiser blitzed. What bothered me was that the next day the poor dog would obviously be really hung over and hide out under the kitchen table all day barely moving. Not cool.

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Feb 25, 2010