9.27.2012

Malty dogs.

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We like to take our dogs everywhere. On those lazy Sundays when we have no plans or chores, our day unfolds around places where dogs are welcome. This usually sets the groundwork for my favorite kind of day. A couple Sundays ago, there was lunch with friends on the rooftop patio of Monkey Wrench. Without asking, the bartender set a bowl of water under our table, before bringing us a round beers. Harold looked out over the railing, his ears pricked, watching bicycles and cars at the stop light. Mule lounged in the shade of my chair, mildly interested in the hoots from football fans on nearby bar stools. After lunch, we headed to the park with blankets, a cooler of snacks and drinks, and a stack of magazines to read. The dogs lazed in the sun. A friend showed up with a remote controlled airplane, and all eyes, human and canine, were fixed on the sky for the next hour. Harold was intent on capturing the strange bird that stole our attention.

Favorite places to drink with our dogsNach Bar (inside or out), Monkey Wrench rooftop bar, Frankfort Avenue Beer DepotLouisville Slugger Field's Dog Day at the Park.

Kurt and Mule at Dog Day at the Park. 9dd4f69e8d8c11e1ab011231381052c0_7 (1)
Harold's had a few too many. #daydrunk #italiangreyhound
From top: Dog Day at the Park / Harold snoozing on the picnic table at FABD. 

Louisville loves beer. For the size of this town, there is an incredible amount of local craft breweries. Bars and restaurants here boast extensive beer lists, and there's even a shop devoted to home brewing.

Right now, in fact, we're in the throws of Louisville's Craft Beer Week. One of the festivities I'm most stoked about is the Yappy Hour event at Apocalypse Brew Works tomorrow night. Gonna knock back a few in the company of dogs, then eat one of my favorite Grind burgers. Yip, yip!

Won't you grab your dog buds and join us? All proceeds benefit the Kentucky Humane Society.


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And speaking of dogs and the apocalypse, I'm so engrossed in the book, The Dog Stars, by Peter Heller. It's about a man and his dog fighting to survive in post-apocalyptic Colorado. Although much of the story is devastatingly sad (think The Road), Heller's words beautifully highlight the loveliness still left in the world, what it means to be human, and to love somebody (even if the only somebody left worth loving is a dog). I'm a sucker for dystopian novels and any books starring man's best friend. I can't help but imagine Kurt and Mule as the main characters. We always talk about how if the world went Mad Max, Mule would revert back to his feral instincts and totally own the end of the world. Harold would be a useful sidekick, though he'd never stand a chance on his own. His mini-howl would act as a burglar alarm, while Mule would fiercely tear apart looters or zombies. They'd work as a team to hunt small game for us to eat. When we eventually die from the plague, Mule would loyally remain by our bodies until he perished from sadness. We're pretty sure that if we died, Harold would eat our faces before running aimlessly into the wilderness, where he'd certainly die shortly after.

2 comments:

  1. sounds like an interesting book. I truly wish that I had a dog to take around with me!

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  2. I just LOL'd at your description of your dystopian dogs. So funny! And that sounds so familiar...

    As always, love the pictures! I am of course biased towards Harold, but I love seeing ALL of the pics. Of where you get to eat (jealous!!!), of what y'all do, of your friends and everything else.

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