Tofu Goes On a Trip

I know some of my friends enjoy pharmaceuticals when they camp, be they natural or manufactured. I, on the other hand, am content with the odd iced coffee or beer for chemical stimulation. As you may have guessed from reading previous posts, my brain is completely capable of making up its own crazy shit with no outside assistance. So you can understand how at first I didn't understand what was happening.

It was a lovely warm day so we had been down at the dog beach paddling around on the albina vagina with Tofu riding on my chest; then we came back to prepare dinner and things got weird.

Tofu has two camping modes: digging and sucking up for cuddles or food. While we were starting the fire and chopping veggies we were peripherally aware that she was hiding in the grass and trees on the far side of the site. Then we realized that we were making food and she wasn't interested. She was as far back as her tie out would allow and staring at us looking kinda freaked out. We would approach her but she would just look at us strangely. I wondered if she was sensing some camping demon or something (see my issues in the previous post.) W checked her over to make sure she wasn't injured or sickly but he didn't find anything. I put her in her crate in the tent, which she adores and which usually puts her to sleep immediately. This time we could hear her making sounds and sometimes whimpering. After a half hour or so I went in to check on her and she just looked at me with a perplexed stare. I brought her out to sit on my lap. Her eyes were wild and her whole body was trembling, so I held her to me tightly until it stopped. W thought it looked like an anxiety attack. I thought she looked like she was having a bad acid trip. Did she eat something in the grass? W checked it out but didn't see any likely offenders and she wasn't vomiting or having diarrhea the way dogs do when poisoned. I just cuddled her until she fell asleep.

The next morning she was fine and fit as a fiddle. Today, too. Then we went for a little hike. On the top of a hill she went nuts over a spot on the ground. It was a mushroom she was very eager to consume. Strange, as she has ignored every other fungi she has ever met. She rooted out and tried to eat four of those mushrooms on our hike and only that kind of mushroom. Suddenly a light went on - wait, was Tofu tripping on mushrooms?

Tofu is now a sober dog on a very short leash.