The bottling adventure begins

I started the day with the lofty goal of getting at least one of my two first batches of beer into bottles. My puppy and my husband had other plans.

I got as far as washing every beer bottle in my house, and sticking almost half of them in the dishwasher to sanitize. Then Herbert decided to go insane. She dragged. her. crate. all over the kitchen. Every time I put it back she'd wrap her fangs around a corner and drag. Even peanut butter--normally puppy crack--was ineffective.

Once I thought I finally had her settled down, my husband called and asked if I wanted to meet him for dinner. I never say no to food I don't have to cook. We went to an awesome Korean restaurant; the kind of place where they fill your table with kimchi and other fermented appetizers to the point that you're stuffed by the time your entree arrives.

We had OB beer with dinner, mostly because it was our only choice. It's a pretty nondescript lager, decent for washing down spicy food. The only noteworthy thing about it was that they served me a 22 oz bottle with a tiny little 8 ouch glass. It was delightful, like drinking apple juice at grandma's house.

When we got home, Herbert had somehow managed to move her crate while she was locked inside. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening watching her expend energy. She's finally asleep, but it's way too late for me to start bottling. The dishwasher has not been opened, so my bottles will still be sterile in the morning.

Totally off-topic

I know, I know. This is a blog about beer, and I should be writing about beer. But if I stayed on topic all the time, I'd be depriving you of pictures of my Absolutely Adorable Puppy. And we can't have that, can we?

This is Herbert. She was born on November 5, 2009.

 

Yes, I know that Herbert is a boy's name. And yes, I assure you that Herbert is a girl dog. But listen, there are people out there naming their children Kynidee and Kachina. Shouldn't we be more worried about that?

Anyway. Herbert is a blue pit bull. 

 

As you can see, she is a ferocious beast. 

Her Momma, Tilly,

  

was unceremoniously abandoned in my friend's backyard. Once they realized Tilly was in the family way, my husband and I jumped on the opportunity to adopt one of her puppies. 

We had 11 to choose from.

  

Are you dying of cute yet?

We picked Herbert up on December 26. She was just under 8 weeks, and already turning into a GIANT.

 

She was awfully snuggly though.

We've had her at home for 2 months now, where she continues to grow like a weed. She likes it here, except for when we put in her jail.

So we let her sit in the living room with us, but she's not very ladylike.

As I said, ferocious beast. 

(Apologies for the low quality pics. Most were taken with an iphone. Once I figure out how to use the real camera I'll get some bigger shots. She'll probably weigh 60 pounds by then though, so I figured the cute was worth it.)