The on-duty officer did not immediately understand what she meant.

– Ma’am, do you want to file a report?

– No. I want to tell a secret. Very important. It concerns my dog. And possibly something more…

– The dog? – the officer repeated, surprised, looking at the dog, who was trying to climb onto the counter with its front paws, tongue hanging out.

– Yes… You see, he is… how shall I say… too cheerful lately. Even too much.

– Ma’am… if there’s something wrong with your dog, there’s a veterinary clinic across the street.

– No! – she interrupted sharply. – You don’t understand. I live alone. I’m with him every day. I see that something has changed. He’s not just enjoying life – he behaves as if… as if he’s on substances!