It's Hard to Admit You Have a Problem if You Can't Talk

It's the day before New Year's Eve. It's practically blizzarding outside. We're working from home. Perfect day to have a beer with lunch, right? So we're done with lunch and Mike runs up to his office to field a phone call, leaving half of his beer on the coffee table. After I took the plates over to the sink, I came back to find that Milo had spilled the beer onto its side and has slurped up all of what was left. He's not drunk yet. Please don't report us to the ASPCA.