Guilty of smoking in the street while walking the dog, but for me and the dog it's a ritual. When he sees me putting on my shoes, a ballcap and go into the den for a cigar, he starts jumping around and wagging his tail because he knows we're heading out. He's a beagle, so he stops to smell something about every 20 feet anyway, so its a slow, leisurely experience. Its a contemplated experience and by no means oblivious.
