Speaking of drinking, some dogs will finish your beer. She wouldn't.

Basically, one night when we lived in El Monte (years before FSE existed), I was all the way out of it and running around the house with the stereo all the way up, and she was not sure what was going on but wanted to participate so I sloshed some of a white Russian into her food bowl, she drank all of it, then stumbled around a while and did her best sorority girl impersonation in the back yard. She never touched a drop again.

Anyway, still extremely in the Whistlepig so I'll get back to you in a day or two.