The September/October issue of Zymurgy will have an article on Brew Dogs and we’re planning to use some reader-submitted photos to go along with it. Do you have a four-legged, tail-wagging brewing assistant? If so, send a photo of your brew dog in action for possible inclusion to zymurgy@brewersassociation.org. Images should be in jpeg format, at least 3" x 5", and high resolution (at least 300 dpi). The size of the photo should not exceed 4MB. Please include your name, city/state, and the name of your canine companion(s). The deadline to send photos is June 20.
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Haha, so true! My dog is in it while I am mashing in, at which point he goes crazy! After that it is pretty much nap time or bone chewing for my little English Bulldog
my dogs know that magic happens in the kitchen. especially when they see the egg carton come out, they know that ham, cheese and all the wonders of the universe are about to appear
When I brew in the backyard, my (indoor only) cat will get to the windowsill nearest the kettle and stare at me. My girlfriend’s cat gets to the next best viewpoint and cries for me to come inside. It’s pretty funny.
My little buddy Maximus Lincoln loves to hang out and nap nearby while I’m brewing hoping to snag some grain or a drop of wort. He’s also the reason I don’t need a drip tray on the kegerator.
you gotta watch that, hops and dogs don’t mix. There are some dogs that will have a very nasty reaction to hops, Hyperthermia if I a) recall correctly and b) was correctly informed.
However I beleive it’s like chocolate and dogs, some dogs are okay others not so much.
But, hops and dogs are two of my favorite things!
Seriously though, he doesn’t go for whole hops or pellets. He’s more of a grain dog. I don’t let him have it but man does he get excited when the mill comes out. Before I was aware of his affinity for grain I left a bucket of freshly milled grist down on his level, when I returned to the garage I found him ears deep just going for it. When he looked up he looked like Al Pacino on a bender. As for beer he only gets a couple drips from the tap a time so his dosage is miniscule but he’s right there every time. He’ll even get up from a nap if he thinks I’m heading for the garage.
