Her name is Ellie Mae. Pictured above, sucking down a squeaky toy version of a Pina Colada, you can't help but fall hard for this pooch.
I knew I had it bad when my neighbors across the hall brought her home as a pup and invited me over for cocktails and nibbles to celebrate.
Unusual for a canine, the dog wasn't making eyes at the grub on the table. She was staring at my Manhattan with a steady fixation - a fixation that was rewarded by my swirling my pinky into the glass, and holding it out for a greedy lick or two.
Oh, yeah. I fell hard.
So, clearly I needed to buy Ellie Mae some hard liquor. It came in the form of a chew toy shaped like a bottle of bourbon, emblazoned with a Bark Daniels label.
She chewed up that chew toy in short order.
So, I decided to introduce her to the finer things in liquor life. I bought her a bottle of Dog Perignon.
She apparently savored that particular plush toy, as one should with a quality vintage.
Yet, when I ventured across the hall this evening for afterwork cocktails, I knew I best not come empty handed. I brought some proper Gin and bottles of tonic, alongside some kaffir lime leaves for muddling. That was for the human contingency. Miss Ellie Mae got a whole bottle to herself of something else...
Yes, that's a plush bottle of Dog Julio that she has her snout in.
It didn't make it past an hour. She literally tore the stuffing out of it. Or should I say "good to the last drop?"
Not sure what to get her next. If she laid waste to faux tequila that quickly, dare I get her a bottle of Kennel One?
Oh, Ellie Mae. Nothing but love and an open bar-k for you here, young gal!
