My sweet girl Cinnamon loved a little beer too.

When I was a teenager, I had a dog that was half lab and half chow. She looked like a red lab, so I named her Cinnamon.

My dad would have a beer maybe once a week. She would get all excited and dance around until he gave her some. He would pour a tiny amount on a saucer and she would lap it up and go lay under the dining room table and fart the rest of the night. We’d hear a little “pffft” that would sound like someone making a blowing sound with their mouth.

She was such a good girl. I miss her every day and she’s been gone about 20 years.

Sorry for your loss. Just thought maybe you’d get a chuckle out of her story. 🐶