my male pit bull escaped his pen ,and I chased him for well over an hour-we ended up over a mile and a half from home and I brought him back. The entire time I did not even think about a cigarette--maybe I thought "I wish a had brought the leash with me" .but no smoking. unfortunately I did smoke when I got back home. Any way,I told that little story because it caused me to realize that if I turn my attention to anything else accept smoking I can go a lot longer with out one.I see a spot for improvement and a way of practicing something new