Ok, here's my "i'm a bad person" story.
when I was in college, one of my room-mates had a jack russell terrier.
he was a big "clubber," and was out every night, whereas my other room-mate & i preferred to stay home sat nights and watch college football.
the jack russell used to get all hyper while we were vegging, drinking beer and watching football, so we used to give him a little bit of guinness every now & again, until he got calm.
the dog's fine . . . in fact he's still hyper, even though he's almost ten now.