Flying Dog Photo Contest

The People’s Republic of Flying Dog is now in session. It’s happy hour at Flying Dog Brewery, so here is your latest dose of irreverence.
Flying Dog Photo ContestA friend of Flying Dog recently snapped this photo while on a visit to Boston. Inspired by her fairly poor photographic skills, we decided to have a photo contest and give the winner a neon sign to honor her efforts. Pictures can be of anything you choose; they just have to incorporate Flying Dog in some way, whether it be the beer bottle, t-shirt, sign or anything else your perverse mind can dream up. To enter, send your picture of Flying Dog in action to photocontest@flyingdogales.com. Pictures will be displayed on our contest page. The contest runs through March 15th so take your time and come up with a winner. The SessionOn the first Friday of every month, beer bloggers around the country unite to thoroughly cover one beer-related topic. The topics vary but usually focus on educating beer drinkers on a particular beer style. February’s Session will be held on Friday the 1st and will cover Barley Wines. You can find Flying Dog’s entry at FlyingDogNews.com and BeerDinners.com. If you want a list of beer blogs where you can catch this month’s Session, check out our Blogs page or Google - The Session Beer. If you’re a blogger and want to participate in this unique event, check here for the Brew Site’s post about February’s Session.

Don’t Take Our Word For It…We recently stumbled across this gentleman’s photos from a tour he took at our Frederick, MD facility. We always like to brag about ourselves but it’s great when other people do it for us. We didn’t even slip this guy money under the table, I swear. Check out this link for all the photos and recap of the great time you’ve been missing. Tours are at 1:30 on Saturdays; for full details check out the tour page at FlyingDogAles.com.
Till next time, cheers

Chris















































Thirteen and a half years, doesn’t seem like that much.
But times seven that’s ninety five years he gave to me?to us. I
couldn’t – shouldn’t ask for more. As summer turned into fall he had
multiple bouts with pneumonia, at last the frustrated vet took an
ultrasound which showed a heart that was just a giant tumor. He looked
at us with a question mark and we nodded yes.


As the sedative went in by IV he looked at me?at us with that same love of
thirteen and a half years in his eyes; then he lay his chin on his
forelegs and closed his eyes, at peace.


I walked slowly through this stately place just to see if it would help.


“Just as people find water wherever they dig, man everywhere finds the incomprehensible, sooner or later.” Lichtenberg