I had a boxer that any time I poured a scotch would go nuts. He'd be up in my face sniffing and whining. I started dipping my finger in it and letting him lick it. He loved it.

Then one night I had a poker party and I had the scotch flowing. My boxer was all up in my face. So I took a little bowl out and poured some in it. He lapped it up. Then he left me alone. I don't really remember what he did that night but never again did he want any scotch!