Don't worry: The greyhound was 21 (in dog years). Apparently, the effects of the recession have trickled down to man's best friend, who feels the need for a bracer or two at the end of a long day -- though the animal tells us it's just to "take the edge off."
San Francisco dogs don't go in for your fancy drinks; that's more of a Los Angeles or San Jose thing. Here it's just whatever's cheap and plentiful and can make life with maniacal local dog-owners bearable.
Actually, "Pooka" is a teetotaler, belongs to one of the bartenders at Doc's Clock in the Mission -- and, we're told, "this is her only trick."
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