My last dog loved the stuff. I remember one day I called the dog for a solid 15 minutes because it was supper time. Eventually I gave up because she was nowhere to be found (not a rare thing, I lived on a farm at the time).
So I decided to smoke a joint in my parents garage, which had a doggy door so the dog could come in to the heated room in the winter time. 5 minutes after I started smoking she comes barreling through the door at top speed and wouldn't leave me a lone til I blew some smoke her way. Like others, my dog would always just show up when bud was begin smoked, and she always managed to get a few hits for herself.
Crazy story: We smoked up in a barn one day to avoid my parents. Dog came with us, and she took her usual few shotguns (never forced them on her). My friend asks the dog:
- "MJ, you high?"
Dog nods as if to say "yes, I'm fucking toasted". She never did that before or after...was crazy as hell to see at the time. If I wouldn't have had my friends there I would have sworn I was seeing shit. lol