The first time that Dog On The Road beer was tasted by somebody other than the brewers was during Super Bowl XLV, a year ago today. I think that's as a good a milestone as any worth celebrating and I am officially declaring Dog On The Road to be one year old, or 7 years old in Dog years...
Those of you who have been following the blog (which is to say, both of you) will have noticed that things trailed off. We got behind on our posts for a while, then there was some upheaval and I (Dónall) left the country, leading to Donnelly's "hilarious" post about recruiting a new brewing bitch.
Fear not, though, for the Dog On The Road brewery is not dead. The brewing equipment has been moved from the frozen wastes of North Dublin to the balmy tropics of South Dublin, where Donnelly has purchased a new home for the brewery, which is a sturdy and comfortable looking small building in a patch of garden. As a token of his generosity, Donnelly is even allowing his wife to live in a large house which shares the brewery's garden.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world in distant California, a new chapter of Dog On The Road is beginning. Even now, a shiny new stainless steel electric boil kettle is on its way to the new home of Dog On The Road America. It is hoped that the unparalleled craft beer culture of the American west coast will result in new and exciting recipes and ways of brewing beer and our ever-present lofty goal of getting trousered for cheap. With a year's experience, gone are the fears of dying from a poorly sanitised carboy, to be replaced by the fear of dying of a gunshot wound inflicted by a passing motorist.
And so that is the current State of the DOTR Nation. Tune in next year to read the next blog post and to wish Dog On The Road a happy 14th birthday.
