by Elizabeth Toshach '19
The oven beeps and I start to bark. Tyler walks in and yells to his friends,
“Brownies are done!”
They are eager to eat the brownies, but burnt themselves in an attempt to grab them. They decided to wait and go play video games while they waited for the brownies to cool. That is when I saw my opportunity. I could not help myself; they just looked so tasty.
I lunged to the counter and sunk my teeth into the sweet taste of chocolate. I devoured the entire pan in four large bites. In my food frenzy I knocked the pan down, making a loud commotion. It frightened me and I ran away. As I was making a run for it, I heard Tyler and his friends run to the kitchen.
“Tyler your dog ate our brownies!” said one of his friends.
“What are we going to do?” said a friend.
“Well I can’t tell my mom. If she found out she would kill me,” said Tyler.
“Come on, we have to find Dakota,” said his friend.
An hour later was when I started to feel funny. My head was becoming fuzzy. I was panicking; I had no idea what was happening to me. I tried to move and go somewhere else in the house, but every time I tried to move it failed and I just ended up taking a horrible tumble to the floor. I was becoming frustrated. I could not do anything and I could not figure out why this was happening to me.
It has been a half an hour now, and my head is still fuzzy, my vision is trippy, and it feels like the room is constantly spinning and I can’t make it stop. I was able to make some progress in my attempt to get myself away from Tyler and his friends, but it was not an easy journey. I kept falling every few steps. I could not walk anymore. It was too exhausting and I did not have the energy to move anymore and that was when I was found by Tyler and his friends.
“Bro, your dog ain’t lookin’ so good.”
“We need to bring him to the animal hospital.”
They picked me up and rushed me to the vet. When we arrived, I was rushed to the back. The nurses immediately took my blood and sent it in to be tested. I took a while for the results to get in, but when they did, the doctor’s face did not look too happy.
“Has your dog gotten in to anything that he shouldn’t have recently?” said the doctor.
After the doctor asked that question I could see the panic in Tyler’s face.
“Well, we weren’t watching him for a bit and he ate an entire pan of brownies,” said Tyler.
“Well, that’s the first problem but the brownies should have only made him sick. They are not the reason he is acting this way. Was there something else in the brownies that you aren’t telling me about?”
“You can’t tell my mom, she will be furious!”
“I’m going to have to tell your mom, only an adult can handle the paperwork. But if you don’t tell me what was in the brownies it could just keep making Dakota more sick.”
“Alright, there may have been some pot in the brownies.”
The doctor shook his head in disappointment.