Thread by @shenoyn

I was chatting on a friends group and as we shared anecdotes, I remembered this one. Many of the details are hazy so I've left out specifics but this is what broadly happened.
We used to live in a hostel called the D blocks. These were at the edge of the campus and beyond them

was a barren, rocky waste. In the evening, all the wise and worthy of MIT Manipal would gather here and basically stare at the aforementioned waste.
On one such day, someone had a brainwave. "Let's perform an experiment", he said.

This experiment was to determine if dogs get drunk, and if they did, to observe what happened when they did. A suitable dog, a friendly chap who used to hang with us, was chosen.The plan was to mix some alcohol into a little milk and make the dog drink it.

A little kitty was formed from contributions. Kind of a proto Kickstarter. One guy went and bought a packet of milk from kamaths canteen and another guy, who owned a bicycle, was sent off to the country liquor shop (it was a country bred dog) to buy a quarter of hooch.

We waited with anticipation for the ingredients to arrive. The milk guy returned soon enough with a liter packet of Nandini milk. The hooch (it was called 'patta' in Manipal) guy took a little longer, but he arrived.

We watched eagerly as the hooch was poured into the milk and fed to the dog. He consumed it with the air of Socrates drinking the hemlock - with cheer and equanimity - and sat quietly in its spot. We waited. "How much time does it take for alcohol to act on a dog?" someone asked

"Fifteen minutes should be enough" one of the experienced chaps opined.
We waited. The minutes passed but the dog showed none of the expected symptoms.
"He's a young one", someone observed. "He probably needs more hooch".

Immediately there was a second round of funding and the bicycle chap took off to the booze shop. Presently he returned and the dog was fed another milk plus elixir. Another fifteen minutes passed. The dog was still unmoved. The assemblage was perplexed.

"Surely dogs can't be that much better than humans at handling liquor" someone said. "Let's have one last round". And the bicycle chap left again. This time, he returned with a bit of a wobble and dismounted very heavily, falling flat on the ground.

THEN the sharp minds of Manipal realized that the rascal was drinking most of the stuff at the shop itself, diluting the rest with water, and giving the poor dog the most diluted alcohol in the world.