My Golden Retriever Hendrix absolutely hates it when I smoke. When he's not bringing me a tennis ball or tug toy to play with he's usually sleeping on the rug next to my desk. As soon as I load up my pipe and light up he gets up, gives me a dirty look and removes himself to the next room until I'm done and the smoke clears. Maybe he's trying to send me the same message all the human smoking Nazis are