well it was bound to happen, was. Brewing,with pals, and I went down to the celler for some replacement pops fer the boys while the wort was running into a bucket. About the same time, another pal rides up on a new/ used motor cycle and everybody walks over to see the new ride. I come out with the beer, round the corner to the brew area and there's 2 dogs lapping up, from the bucket, my new Irish stout. To say I was completely bullshit is a understatement. Dogs not allowed on brew days now!!!