I had a german shepherd named Zappa that I trained to fetch me beer out of the fridge. The door had a magnetic closure, and was leveled to close itself. We tied a dishtowel on the handle, and laid the cans on the bottom shelf. One day I came home and found all the cheese wrappers on the floor ... removed the towel. Silly critter.
Had a bull mastiff named Scooter that would wait for me to set a beer down while working on the truck or gardening. He’d knock it over with his nose and slurp it off the ground. Special fun if you’re laying under the truck and he’s uphill from you. Scooter was also the fireworks prevention dog. He hated firecrackers and got to the point that if he heard your bic lighter, he’d charge up and take it out of your hand. A dog you can’t drink beer and smoke around ... not quite my idea of a perfect pet, but he made up for it in other ways.
I had another shepherd named Kaiyser that ate a 10 pound block of candle wax while he was staying in the garage one night. My dad said he would be okay, then suggested I feed the dog some string and sell the candles.
Well that made me smile.
When I was a kid, my mom got a pair of Bedlington Terriers, they were sisters and there were serious discussions about naming them. In the summer, Sunday family dinner was at our house because of our backyard. So here it is Sunday afternoon and mom and dad and the grandparents are sitting in the yard sipping their gin and tonics. The puppies knocked over mom’s glass which was on the ground and proceeded to lap it all up - thus we had Gin and Tonic!