Whiskey’s Australian cattle dog heritage is never far from the surface. He’s a natural guardian. When he goes camping with his people, he likes to sit on his haunches by the campfire, with ears pointed, listening intently, and eyes scanning the woods. He also understands the phrase "Watch the house, Whiskey;" and he does.

A bit of a hoarder, there's nothing dropped on the floor that he won’t eat. And if he’s given a bone, he  hides it in the woods so he can return to savor it later. It's anyone's guess how much stuff is buried out there.

Whiskey also puts his herding instinct to good use at dog parks, where he sometimes interjects himself between dogs who are disagreeing to try and achieve a mutually satisfactory resolution. If Whiskey ever gets bored with his perfect life on Dog Island, he could probably get a job in international dispute mediation.