Dirty Dog
Hi, I'm Dirty Dog. Really, that's my name. My girl, Ruth, got me from her brother when I was 9, and she couldn't bear to change my name. Don't worry, it's just because when her brother Dave took me home from the shelter many years ago, I was a bit muddy, and I liked to stay that way. But I've since changed my ways, and now I'm very clean and somewhat dainty, as you'll see from my pictures. All of Ruth's friends in San Francisco love to dog-sit for me so they can call out my name at the dog park or at the beach. They think my name is funny. Anyway, my girl Ruth is a pal of your brew guy - Dave Y. She misses going to see music with him in San Francisco, and playing cribbage in the middle of the night in hotel lobbies in Bangkok. Tell Davey to come visit us soon in San Francisco - so he can share his good beer and take me for a walk!
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view." Edward Abbey