By: Matthew Sprosty
Have we discussed the rules to reading this blog?
There’s really only one— you must have a warm (or ice cold) cup of coffee (preferably Odd Dog brand) somewhere within arm’s length. That’s it. That’s all folks. Much like Romance Novels must only be consumed with red wine and a crackling fire, the Odd Dog Blog (which, I just noticed, rhymes) can only be appreciated with the sweet, delicious coffee berry-derived liquid slapping at your tongue, warming (or cooling) your throat, filling your stomach, and revving your engine for the day.
You ever look at the logo for Odd Dog coffee? By now, if you’re drinking it, and you’re reading this blog, you have probably ordered yourself a bag and gotten your free sticker.
The logo of Odd Dog Coffee, a yellow silhouette of a Jack Russell Terrier named Cody. He is one of the owners oldest and most loyal friends (I imagine.) I share the love of Jack Russell Terriers with Mr. Hancock, as I, too, fell in love with one, a puppy that I purchased from a farm in Southern Ohio back in 2003 when I was in college.
As a cinephile, I fell in love with Jack Russells as their proclivity for training had them as a popular option to be on film and television sets. From Milo in The Mask, Gene Hackman’s dog in Crimson Tide, Jack from The Artist, and most notably
Written By: Matthew Sprosty
I’m actually writing this as I drink my first ever cup of Odd Dog Coffee. The package came in the mail a couple of days ago, which was two days after I ordered it, and the first thing I noticed was the smell. Dear God, that delicious smell of real, roasted coffee. Not the smell you get when you tear some weird piece of plastic from a rubber can of processed beans that are who-knows-how-old, but the smell