Nope... once, she made an oopsie when she was defying gravity at the act 1 finale (it was the day after St. Patricks Day, she had gotten a little sloppy the night before on Green tinted Amstel Light) the elphapoo plopped 15 feet to the stage deck, where a winkie guard slyly slipped it into a pocket, so no one would slip.
Later he unknowingly broke the cardinal rule of SchwartzCo Gift Marketing, and flushed it down the toilet wrapped in a crumpled Chenoweth understudy notice. In reality I got two treasures in one.
Hamlet's father.