An Unexpected Visit
The police station was unusually quiet that morning. Around ten o’clock, the door opened, and in walked an elderly woman, maybe seventy, holding the leash of a plump, reddish dog. The dog wagged his tail wildly, hopped around with endless energy, and looked almost too joyful.
“Good morning. I need to speak with your chief,” the woman said, her voice steady.
The officer at the desk hesitated.
“Ma’am, do you want to file a report?”
“No,” she shook her head firmly. “I want to share something important. A secret. It’s about my dog… and maybe something bigger.”
A Strange Confession
The officer blinked at the lively animal trying to climb onto the counter.
“Your dog?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “He’s been… too cheerful lately. Far too much.”
“Ma’am, if something’s wrong with your dog, the veterinary clinic is right across the street.”
“No!” she snapped. “You don’t understand. I live alone. I’m with him every day. This isn’t normal happiness—he acts like he’s under some kind of influence!”
The officer frowned, unsure of what to say. One younger officer muttered, “Should we call a doctor? Or social services?”
But the senior sergeant, who had seen many strange cases before, simply nodded.
“Bring her to the interrogation room. I’ll speak with her.”
The Interrogation
In the small room, the woman sat across from the sergeant. The dog lay at her feet, still bouncing like a coiled spring.
“Let’s start from the beginning,” the sergeant said. “How long has he been like this?”
“About a week,” she answered. “Before that, he was slow and calm, just like any older dog.”
“What do you feed him?”
“Only senior dog food. Same brand for years. One bowl in the morning, one at night. Filtered water. No extras. We take our walks twice a day—morning at the park, evening by the lake.”
“Do people watch those places?”
“The park, sometimes. The lake, never. It’s quiet.”
“And where do you buy his food?”
“Always the same store. But last time, I ordered online. A courier brought it straight to my door. Same package, same flavor… but a few days later, he changed completely.”
The sergeant immediately ordered the leftover food and the dog’s bowl to be tested. Vets were also asked to check the animal for unusual substances.
The Sh0cking Results
Two days later, the results came back. The food contained traces of s.y.nth.e.tic st!mulants—chemicals disguised as harmless additives.
The brand name on the bag was real, but the packaging was fake.
Blood tests on the dog revealed small but dangerous accumulations of these substances. That explained his sudden “cheerfulness.”
Investigators soon tracked the fake food to a warehouse. Under the cover of dog food, criminals were distributing small doses of psych0act!ve subst@nces across the region.
Their plan was subtle but cruel: animals would slowly grow dependent, forcing owners to keep buying the tainted product.
The Investigation Grows
What the woman thought was just a small concern led to something far bigger. Her dog wasn’t the only one. Laboratories confirmed twelve other cases in nearby districts.
A wave of inspections followed—stores, suppliers, and online shops were all under review.
The sergeant called the woman back to the station.
“Ma’am, you may have saved dozens of families. Thank you.”
He handed her a certificate of appreciation.
Her dog, meanwhile, lay under the table, drowsy but safe after detox treatment.
A Quiet Ending
The woman stroked her dog’s fur and smiled gently.
“I just hope he goes back to being lazy, the way he was before.”
The sergeant chuckled.
“If anything happens again, we’ll be here. And we’ll keep an eye on him too—just in case.”
For the first time in days, she laughed. And even the sergeant laughed with her.