I tolt my dog, being as how I am in a good mood, that I would give him a treat. Those of y'all who know me will not be surprised to learn that he answered that he would like a naked weeny and a sip of Old Forester Signature bourbon. I gave him a cheap weeny and was about to pull a fast one and give him some Evan Williams Black Label, but he was watching me.
He et that weeny is a matter of a millisecond, all the while his eyes was laying on that sip of OFS I had poured for him. I said looky over yonder and pointed out the winder and whilst he looked away I took a sip of the bourbon in his glass, and a sip from my glass. When he looked back each glass contained the self same amount.
Still, he allowed as how I was being a bit stingy. As always I come at him with, 'When you buying the bourbon, you get to pour.' That settled his hash.
He had the balls to say in reply, 'Thank you master, you the best boy on the block.'
But, thank God, not one word about dogs being bettern people.
We sipped our Old Forester Signature bourbon and he commences to writing a bourbon review (which he sometimes does in my place)
'This bourbon', he says, 'has that slight coppery metallic taste that we like a lot in Brown Foreman whiskey, don't it, master'?'
'Yep', says I, 'it sho does.'
Says he, 'I reckon we might could use a smidge more of Signature bourbon just to verify that, huh, master?'
'Might could', says I.
'I'll get it.' says he.
'Ok', says I. He got us another sip....... and then all hell broke loose cause he up and says, 'You know Mike, dogs really are smarter than humans.'
Just give that dog one sip and he gets on his high horse....... happens every time. I never learn.
By the way, he is for sale........ and has been for several years.