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Anonymous
reminds me of a bassett hound my family had while i was growing up -- he loved beer. he'd come over if he saw my dad drinking one, and he's pour a little in a bowl for him. it only took a tiny bit, and he'd be wobbling and sneezing.
later we had a rottweiler; oddly, she couldn't even stand the smell of alcohol... if you poited the open end of a beer bottle at her, she'd run away!
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