ColdBloodedDave
Greenlighter
So, it's bedtime for me and my wife. We're in the bed, getting frisky, when our dog starts making noises and barking a bit, which is pretty common when we "get it on." However, the noise turns into sounds of stuff getting ruffled through by my dog. We figured maybe he got hold of a paper towel, which he loves to chew up. Then we realize the area he is rummaging through is where we last put our stash of suboxone strips. EEEK! So we jump outta bed, half naked, in the dark, in the corner, looking on the floor for our shit with only a book light to shine down. We find the wrapper, which had previously contained almost a whole 8mg strip of sub, EMPTY and immediately start freaking out. I am frantically searching the floor and surrounding area, and my wife is looking at the dog's mouth, trying to smell his breath to see if it smelled like toxic oranges. After about ten minutes of panic, I finally spot a mangled-looking thing under the bed. It's the strip, thank god! And although it was quite mangled, it was intact; no missing pieces, no dead dog. YAY! Then we had the most amazing sex...
