Last night we had some friends round for dinner. It was the birthday of one of them, so we opened a bottle or 2 (ish) of bubbly.
We couldn't help laughing at Socks, the wimpiest dog on the planet. Every time a bottle was opened, he'd jump a mile giving DH the hurt "You shot me!" look. This might have got him cuddles and sympathy, if he hadn't immediately charged round the room looking for the cork to
shred play with!