Caught him drinking from a pan of gasoline I was using to clean carburetor parts. Shooed him away. He ran around the yard like the devil was chasing him, then just keeled over.
I diagnose he ran out of gas. If you had lit his flatus he'd taken off like a rocket.
Did it live?
You shoulda known better than to leave a pan of that open around that dog. Or was this the first you learned of his bent for such an exotic beverage?