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Yup. the title is true, read below if you want to know more If you don't, you might be interested in this contest instead [link]

Last Saturday night, at about 21:30, my dog Silas began showing an odd behaviour. He was very hungry, for once (he's not much of a big eater), he was very excited, moving all the time from one place to another, licking everyone and all the cats, and his agitation was only increasing. I saw Silas licking enthusiastically at my cat Bast which was strange, because Silas is so afraid of the cat he always stays away from him as much as possible. It was when we noticed that there was something wrong with his back legs that we began to truly worry; they were unsteady, and he was staggering. Sometimes the legs simply gave out and he would tumble down.
Fearing that the dog had suffered some kind of brain damage, we called a vet. It was almot 23:00 when we took him off to the vet. As my parents were leaving, they noticed a couple of police cars, which was a bit odd, as the police never patrol in this neighbourhood, but they didn't think anything of it and didn't relate it to the dog. I stayed at home.
Half an hour later, I received a call from the vet. The call was actually a bit funny This is how it went more or less:
-Mom: Have you been to a bar or pub or something?
-Me: (confused) what? when?
-Mom: when you took the dog for a walk this afternoon. Did you go to a bar where they smoked marijuana?
-Me: ..... are you really asking me if I've been out with the dog smoking maria??
-Mom: the vet says Silas is high!

So yeah, it turned out that the poor dog was completely high on dope! My immediate thought was that some passerby had thrown the drugs inside our garden, and our dog, silly as he is, just ate it. My dog might not be much of a big eater, but when it comes to inedible things, he does eat
Then we remembered the police car, and we guesses that they might have been following someone, and this person might have thrown the drugs inside our garden as not to be found with them if they were searched by the police.
Silas was given a huge dose of valium, but he didn't fall asleep until 12 hours later. The poor dog could have died of drug overdose! He was much better on the next day 'though

And well, that's the end of the first part. Sunday passed like any other Sunday. It wasn't over, 'though. Yesterday, Monday, we got home from work at over 21:00. As I took the keys to open the door on the ground floor, I noticed that my cat Tuala was trapped inside, meowing because she wanted to get out of the house. Tuala shouldn't have been there, but I didn't give it importance as sometimes we forget to close the door that leads upstairs so the cats can go downstairs to the bedrooms. The door was closed 'though, as were all the windows, so I didn't know how Tuala had gotten in there. It was when I saw that the lights in my bedroom were on when I became suspicious. Everything seemed normal, except for one thing: there was a piece of jewelry (a ring, golden but fake) on my bed. That ring should have been in one of my jewel boxes, which I hadn't touched for a very long time. Puzzled, I asked if someone had been touching my things. They hadn't. I told my mother that I had found the lights on and the ring on the bed, and she immediately went to her bedroom. All her gold jewelry had been taken!

Yup, some burglars had entered the house through the large window on the second floor, and taken only the gold (or so I thought). My silver was there, my camera in my bedroom as there, well, everthing was there, except for the gold. It was soon clear that the burglars had taken their time and touched and inspected everything, opening drawers, wardrobes. The drawer where I keep my letters and christmas cards I've received from dA friends had clearly been inspected (as had been my panties!). I guess they were looking for money, and maybe a strongbox, which we don't have. One thing is for sure, and it's that those people did know what they wanted.
I was actually relieved they didn't take anything else, and mostly I was glad my pets hadn't come to any harm. Silas was alright, and so were the cats.
This incident and the one from Saturday are too much of a coincidence. It is possible that the people who threw the drugs in our garden came back looking for them, didn't find them, and decided to go into the house. They didn't come on Sunday, because naturaly we were supposed to be at home. They apparently did know that the house would be empty that afternoon. What bothers me most is knowing that some guys have been in my bedroom touching my things, that they were in the house for who knows how long. It makes one feel vulnerable. Our house should be a place to feel safe.
It was this morning when I suddenly remembered that I had left my wallet at home the previous day, and obviously it was gone. I rarely leave my wallet at home. A streak of bad luck, I guess. So it turns out that they also stole my credit card, my ID card, and my money. woohoo.
Looking on the bright side, I didn't like my passport photo, and now I have the chance to get a nice one for the new ID card

On other news (these are better, really) I wish to give a big thanks to Sapphirestar publisher and to Kristen Hogan for featuring my work on the cover of her upcoming book, Fire in the Island [link]