When you can hear the puppies from a distance, they're fine – it's when you can't hear them when you should be worried. They've been awfully logy lately, eating snacks frequently. I could smell patchouli coming from upstairs, so I grabbed the camera and headed for the master bedroom. Lo and behold, I found two puppies sprawled out across the bed – high on weed! They were wearing rasta hats, too. This is almost as bad as the time we got attacked by a one-eyed trouser snake. What do you do when your pets have a mary jane problem? They're total pot puppies, man! I'm so bummed. When Wicket asked for my roach clip, I thought he was trying to getting rid of his unibrow (he doesn't know how to use tweezers yet). He loves him that doobie! Well, I guess marijuana is no worse than beer… and it helps with atherosclerosis.