Send me one of those Whiskey Dogs

Well, it’s time to go shovel the driveway. I don’t want my 60-year-old neighbor next door, 14 years my senior, to outdo me in his physical prowess. In case I get stuck or bored, I asked my wife to call up the ASPCA and have them send out one of those whiskey-toting St. Bernards like they have in cold places. Wayan must have seen these guys all over Zurich when he was there. A little liquid courage can go a long way in clearing my driveway or maybe just making me not care whether it’s cleared. Either way, problem solved.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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