The neighbor on the train fed his pug my food without permission: I had to take revenge on the cheeky neighbor and his dog

In my sleeper compartment, there was a man traveling with a pug in a pet carrier. The pug was barking loudly before departure, then quieted down for a while, but about half an hour after the train left, it started drawing attention again – barking and restlessly moving around in its crate. An elderly lady couldn’t hold back:
“I can’t stand it anymore. Do something about your dog!”

About forty minutes after departure, when everyone had settled into their seats, the dog’s owner, probably sensing the general irritation, decided to take his dog for a walk in the corridor.

Meanwhile, I went to get some tea. When I returned, I saw my food container – the box was there, the rice was there… but the chicken was gone. I turned around – and there it was. Or rather, the remains of the chicken – on the floor, in the mouth of a satisfied pug.

At first, I just stood there, stunned. Then I looked at the owner. He was petting the pug’s head as if nothing had happened.
“Sorry,” he said, not even getting up. “At least he’s quiet now.”

That’s when my patience snapped. But yelling in front of everyone isn’t my style. I decided to take revenge on the owner and his cheeky dog. Continued in the first comment

At night, when the entire carriage was asleep, I quietly got up and took out my secret stash from my backpack – a small bottle of valerian drops I carried for my cat when it traveled with me.

The pug was sleeping soundly in its carrier. I discreetly dripped a few drops on the edges of its blanket and the handle of the carrier, then went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

The result didn’t take long to show. By morning, the carriage was in complete chaos.

For some reason, two other dogs from a neighboring carriage, who were heading to a competition, were suddenly very drawn to the pug.

Apparently, they were traveling with their owners at the other end of the train, but during a stop at a station, they had been let out to stretch their legs.

And now, these two large, excited dogs had broken free and were nearly breaking down the door to our carriage.

The pug, driven wild by the attention, started barking like it had never slept. The passengers woke up in shock. The carriage was in an uproar.

The conductor came, gave everyone a scolding, and threatened to kick all the dogs and their owners off at the next station.

I did miss the chicken, of course.

What do you think, did I do the right thing?