Sugar is not so much a brew dog. She's more likely to drop her tennis ball in the fermenter, lick the bottling wand, and try to sniff the propane burner while it's running, so I keep her away from brewing operations. Here's a pic of her in her natural habitat:
I make dog biscuits from spent grain for my diva Gypsy
Kitty porn? lol
This was her first brew session.
And no, she's not tethered to my brew kettle, my son has the leash.
She's starting to get the hang of it.
This guy is no longer with me and I wasn't yet brewing when he was around, but every time I ever opened a beer he was at my feet waiting for a taste. He was adopted, and it was just. One of the things he did. I didn't teach or encourage him to drink beer, but he clearly regarded it as a treat - lived a long life before developing heart cancer. Still miss him.
This thread popped to the top today, and I just had to respond on this. We had a nearly identical Cocker for 12 yrs till heart disease took him too. He never really cared about my brewing, but was still our buddy. I brewed his namesake Dunkelweizen, Dante's Dunkel, a couple weeks ago and served it on Big Brew Day in his honor.
He was known to wander around the fire pit sampling the glasses on the ground, and stealing an occasional snootfull of rum-n-coke. I have a pic with his nose in a glass, but can't find it right now. Here he is just before we lost him.
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