I feel like my dog knows i'm tripping.

vilify said:

they know your emotions. that is a fact.
tripping effects your emotions. undeniable.

so with that being known, a dog/cat will "know when you are tripping," based on the extremes of emotions expressed while doing so.
they may not know the reason as to why, but they just know you are VERY happy(or frightened), and want to come say hi.

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Yup. This sounds right.

My cat would freak and trip balls after petting her when tripping (cid). Freak me the fuck out because she would be chasing the carpet shadows and making that clacking sound cats make when they are after birds and shit.

I munched a gram of shrooms the other day, took a my portable vape to a country-park path and chilled there on a bench till things got a bit wavy. I felt realled relaxed but i had to get up n meet my gf. It was night time and the path was half lit and covered with golden leaves it was beautuful. Anyways i walked along and I came across this wild mouse in the middle of the path jus sitting there doing something. I walked up to it casual and humble, so my feet were like 6" away and it didnt even flinch and i thought "wow this mouse is weird, is it blind or something" so i bent down and started stroking the top of its head and i realised it was eating this beetle. It straightened its back a bit while i stroked its head n i could feel its skull so stroked a tiny bit lighter. Damn it must have been a tasty beetle LOL it never flinched the whole time, and im sure it was because i had taken the shrooms and the vape of weed. You know how your internal energy just seems to take a breath and spread out and relax to the environment. That kind of trippy shit with animals (and strangers) only ever seems to happen when im baked or wavy lol

Oh and this other time, yeaaars ago, its one of the weirder things where im not sure if it was just an illusion. But i was reaaaaaaally stoned, and chillin on my couch. I heard my cat run down the stairs so i looked at the cornner of the stairs where my cat would run out but it had stopped just behind the corner. Then this wierd outline of a cat, like those colours you see in a puddle contaminated with petrol, kidna peered round the corner and came out a bit, staring at me, and then a couple of seconds later my actual cat ran round the corner. Was so weird. Never will be able to explain that but im sure there was some kind of spirit there.

timbo123 said:

Dogs can smell fear. They can sense when their owner is distressed. I don't think they are sitting there thinking "CrownMeKing is trippin balls again... dude is a shroom head."

As mystical and awesome as dogs can seem to be at times... let's not forget that they actually chow down on their own shit every now and again. Not exactly brilliant.

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I think you're wrong. All my ex had to do was start feeling good when she would drink and the dog would stare a while and then slink off. He wouldn't let her play with him or anything until she was sober. He would just disappear.

hotrodharley said:

I think you're wrong. All my ex had to do was start feeling good when she would drink and the dog would stare a while and then slink off. He wouldn't let her play with him or anything until she was sober. He would just disappear.

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That is unusual. Sounds like you had a judgemental, prohibitionist dog.

i had a cat once she would literally sit there and let me and my brother blow weed smoke all in her face she loved it everytime we would light up a blunt or hit the bong she would come running up the stairs and scratch and meow at the door until we let her in and then she would hop on the chair and wait for her turn to get some weed smoke blown in her face my parents still got her she was a total stoner cat

My dog definitely knows when I'm tripping, no doubt about it. He seems concerned. He's a pug too, which, frankly, is a disturbing breed to be around while fried on acid.

My older dog definitely knows when I'm on L because I give him some too. All started out by accident, when he was just a pup. I was camping on the Big Island of Hawaii with a bunch of real cool kids, one of them had a grip of double-dropped sugar cubes. I had a cooler with ice. Bro asked me if I wouldn't mind if he put his ziploc bag in my cooler, as we all know that light and heat degrade the chem. By all means, good Sir.

Turns out the baggie had a hole in it. Cubes mixed with ice and water in bottom of cooler. Filled up puppy's bowl with the little drain button on the bottom of the cooler, didn't know about the bag situation yet. Hour and a half later he ambles up to me with eyes the size of pie plates and stares through the back of my skull, gives me a big wet smooch, then rolls around by the fire making monster noises. Seemed to really enjoy himself. Ever since then when I've been able to find Miss Lucy I share with my fuzzy pal.

Also during the 5 years I lived on Big I, Molokai'i, and Maui, he smoked more outdoor organic Kind with me than most people on the Mainland have ever seen.
Damn I miss home.

That sounds beautiful.