Many years ago I was sitting on a back step playing guitar and sipping rye. I heard my German Shepherd drinking behind me where her water dish was. It was right beside where I'd put my glass. Yeah, you're right. Poor old thing was pissed about 15 minutes later. I nursed her through her hangover. She then lived until she died years later. PLEASE don't tell the SPCA about that episode or I shall live the rest of my life in shame, my6 company abandoned by even the dregs of society. A more caring owner would have been drinking rye from a hermetically sealed container with a one-way straw. Mea culpa. Beside, WTF knew a dog would drink rye?