I've had pets that have sat near me, breathing in my sidestream smoke, whenever I had gear or joints on the go -- and they always toddled off again and lay down on their beds, when they'd had as much as they wanted.
My first cat, Chico (R.I.P.) was absolutely fascinated by foil. Miss the bin with a bit of crumpled-up foil, and he would spend hours just batting it around the floor with a paw. If you left a tooter on the table, he would come over and sniff it, and maybe even try to steal it. Mever mind Puss in Boots, said a mate of mine withnessing this behaviour for the first time, He's more like Puss Having a boot! Chico also used to climb up my shelves, dig in my box of candles, pick up a tealight by the wick in his teeth, then go and stash it in of his little catty hiding-places.
I lost him far too young, in a freak accident. A few years later, my current cat, Spook, managed to get himself into the same situation that Chico did before; but this time, we knew exactly how to save him, we acted in time and he made a complete recovery. It was as though Chico had reached out from beyond the grave, to save Spook's life.
I remember when I moved to Stirling and I met a dealer who's stuff was excellent to me (maybe him too but he didn't say anything about it so I guess his stuff was the usual for him). anyway I bought a ten bag and hit it up-disclaimer,I'd not used heroin for around 8month) and I nearly had an OD it was so good. I've spent longer not using then injecting gear before and got nothing like I dis in Stirling-by 2 weeks I had moved back to my old town and needed my meth put back up from 35mil to 110mil-2 weeks of the stuff that we should get up here did that to me. amazing don't you think the difference? someone with constant decent stuff would have the market up here to themselves-Id say make more cash than if they cut it (more than its normally cut everywhere I mean lol) im envious of you 
oh I've got to add-fiver bags,ffs the least here is tens lol ah well I should stop anyway heehee
