I am a good retriever, but this is nothing but a cheap, posed photo.
That guy shot it last spring, when the garden was kicking out poppies, tomatoes, cabbages, turnips, beets, spinach, kale and a bunch of other stuff. Then the gophers came and started helping themselves, the little bastards. I got one, but a dog can only do so much, and they kept coming. That guy wasn’t happy, but he still had a lot of veggies last year.
Anyway, that guy never lets me have beer, so I can’t tell you what I like, only what he brings on camping trips and stuff. Most are IPAs. There’s a lot of Sierra Nevada, which is where uncle Jason and uncle Keith work, but he likes to work some others into the rotation, something about supporting good, local small businesses and all that.
He used to like Hop Knot, which is brewed by Four Peaks, but then Budweiser bought ’em, so he has moved on: Dilly dilly!
He likes Modus Hoperandi out of Ska Brewing in Durango and Lumberyard out of Flagstaff. A seasonal pale ale by Ska. Lately, he’s been into a Flagstaff IPA called Tower Station, by Mother Road. A while back he said some nice things about Sleepy Dog’s Tail Chaser IPA, but he may have been talking about the white dog, because she’s the sleepiest dog EV-er.
He and uncle Dave complain that the ninjas drink their beer on camping trips. Maybe you’ve run into them. You know how, when you crack open a beer, and before you have a chance to finish it, the can is empty and someone has tossed it aside? Happens a lot. It doesn’t seem to matter where we go – Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, Utah.
They always follow.
We never see them.
Because, well, they’re ninjas. That guy is totally serious about leaving a clean camp, so in the morning, he has to pick up all the empties. I wish everyone would do that.
