That’s where you take a too big edible, and when it starts really kicking in, you smoke a doober, and leave the house on foot with only what is in your pockets, and let the dog pick the path. We walked about three and a half miles, and visited a cobblestone street I didn’t know existed…. He’s never not brought us right back home eventually…although there is significant time lost to standing around watching him sniff various items. Plus he always takes us to areas he knows he might get petted, intentionally making me stand near normies whilst entirely too stoned. He knows what he’s doing…
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