My cousin Liz was librarian for the Montana Supreme Court in the 1960"s. Liz liked her wine and she and her friend Roz would sit on her front porch and watch the Montana sunset -sometimes when there wasn't one
Rose had a son, a gay artist, in New York and when the ladies came to the big city we got together, introduced them to the pleasures of pot and went to Max's Kansas City to see the Velvet Underground. Liz rather liked getting high w/o hangover and next summer, when Roz's son visited Montana he brought a nice lump of hash for Mom and her BFF.
What had been a big adventure in far off Manhattan was a little too much in the western town and when her son left, Roz gave the hash to Liz, who put it in her refrigerator until Monday morning when she was getting ready for work and remembered this was the day HER CLEANING LADY CAME !!
And the cleaning lady liked to snack. She raided Liz's refrigerator. Liz started getting waking nightmares of the Cleaning Lady eating the hash and tearing off her clothes and running through down or climbing on the roof and refusing to come down or GOODNESS KNOWS WHAT.
So she popped the hash into her purse and set off for the State Capital. Before she finished her cup of coffee , someone invited her to the state attorney general's office where she joined the small crowd to meet Edgar, Montana's very first dope-sniffing dog.
Without further ado, Liz spun on her heel marched out of the office, out of the building and drove somewhere where she could discard the illegal substance.
She explained her actions thus: "Well, the dog was going to sniff me and tell everybody I had this stuff and of course, I wouldn't have opened my purse and they wouldn't have believed the dog and they'd never have trusted him again. I left for the sake of the dog."