I saw a black Lab trotting down the street with a Miller Beer can in his mouth, like he was going home to have a cold one. We had a dog that would bite bricks in two. I was amazed he didn't ever break his teeth. We also had a dog that loved beer and Dad would give him some in a car hubcap when we were on fishing trips. This was way back in the 50s so don't everyone get mad at me for animal abuse. We didn't know it was back then. Dad never got the dog drunk. It was considered good for their bladders or some such internal organ back then.