Last night I made myself some hot chocolate and Irished it up a little with Bailey's. I put it on the coffee table and went to pop some popcorn. By the time I returned to the room, Oreo had guzzled over half the drink.

He must have loved it. The cup was almost empty. There was hot chocolate everywhere. My dog, the alcoholic. I pictured other dogs gathered around the table barking, "chug! chug! chug!"

I don't think it'd be noticeable if he were drunk, since he's a hyper clutz anyway. Maybe it calmed him down; he slept it off on the couch the rest of the night while I watched Envy.

listening to: Newcleus (wikki wikki wikki wikki!).
in my sink: a plate, a cup.