Cairo has developed a taste for beer.
Last night I caught her drinking Guinness out of my pint glass. Here she is trying to snatch our friend's beer:
If she keeps this up we might have to recommend a 12-step program.
March 05, 2006
A Boxer That Likes To Party
barked by Cairo at 9:21 AM
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Oh Cairo..sólo te pido que si vas a beber pases las llaves (del vehículo). En Chile se dice siempre esta frase que pertenece a un comercial televisivo (jeje).
Estuve en Chile recorriendo una región que a mí me encanta: la IV. Tiene playa y bosques y es reconocida por poseer un valle (Elqui) con ciertas características magnéticas que lo hacen único en el mundo. Tiene los cielos más limpios del planeta, tanto que ahí se han instalado importantes observatorios astronómicos. Allí estuve descansando.
Cuéntame más de California y tu vida, nena.
un beso.
Cairo, I don't want to see you with a lampshade on your head! :)
cairo, dude,
just drink responsible. don't drink and drive, dude. it's hard to take a swig from your bowl when it's racing across the dashboard.
Drink something darker - it tastes so much better :) Don't mix and drink either - get you in bad trouble.
All dogs like beer - they just do. It’s bad for them to have too much, though. Their bodies can’t process the alcohol. But they really like the taste. Our very first dog (Dinsdale the boxer) had a thing for champagne. Every New Years (and only on New Years, mind) he would get two things. First - a room full of balloons he could jump on and pop to his hearts content (we really had fun blowing them up for him. He would shiver in anticipation). Second - he was allowed a couple of licks of champagne. Not much - just a couple of licks out of the glass. It became a ritual - balloons and champagne at midnight. We still raise a glass in his memory every year.
Remind me of Big Fat Mamma 2, where the puppy feels so excited after drinking haha!
You have a fun blog!
We left beer out for snails one time--for them to drown in, not to embibe. The next morning the pan was empty. Our Old English had sneaked out and ruined our plans for non-chemical gardening.
As long as it's Guiness!
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