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
of the earth; of... wherever the beans came from— of good product.
I’m writing my first blog entry, as I drink my first cup of Odd Dog Coffee, and when I was approached to be a blog writer for Odd Dog, my first thought was- “I’ve never written a blog for a company before.” My second thought was “I’ve never tasted Odd Dog Coffee before.” So, here we are, square one, sip one, my education starts here, and I will take you on a journey.
Who am I? I’ve written short stories, poetry, novels, plays, screenplays, and I guess you can consider my Facebook notes or my MySpace blog or my LiveJournal something close to what I’m being asked to do, but this feels like it has a little more weight to it, a little more expectation behind it. (Enough about me.)
When I opened up the package, and smelled the smell of a small, local business, I immediately grew nostalgic and proud at the same time. I’m a bit of a campaigner, a champion, for this sort of thing, and I hope I can do it some justice.
And so I got up on this Saturday which is, perhaps, the first warm Saturday of the year, and I walked my dog, who is a Cock-a-Poo (a Cocker Spaniel and Poodle mix with a horrible sounding title) named Izzy. Poor Izzy has such swollen ears that she has lost her hearing, and I often find myself looking at her as I enter the domicile and she lays sleeping, and I will lay my hand upon her to wake her up as now— I- greet- her, and she jumps a bit, scared that she has been snuck up upon, and I wonder what that must feel like for a dog; to no longer be able to sense when someone comes through the door after doing it for thirteen or so years. This moment I share with her is one of the saddest ones of my day, and I don’t even know if she is truly sad or if tired, dog eyes just always look like puppy-dog eyes. But, when she comes to, alert with her stubby tail wagging, she’s back to being the dog we all know and love- the one who is so happy to see you, and who is also wondering when you are going to give her a treat for her just to be her.
Dogs and coffee are parts of a glorious meditative morning ritual that I wonder what people do with their time in the morning that don’t have either? My first thought upon waking is that I have to take the dog for a walk, and I have to make a cup of coffee. Both things don’t require much thought, except when I’m doing both of these activities all I do is think. As I watch Izzy go from spot-in-the-grass to spot-in-the-grass, sniffing and deciding whether or not that’s where she needs to leave her scent, I think about everything external: the weather, the life on the street, where I need to go, and what I can get done while there. Inside, as I take my first sip of coffee, feeling the temperature against my lips to see how big of a sip I can take, I then hold my cup and look out the kitchen window to the creek in the backyard, and think about everything inside: how my day unfolded yesterday, what didn’t I get done that I could do today, what do I need to do today for myself to feel like I can rest easy tonight.
Once the dog is walked, and the coffee has been enjoyed, the day has officially begun, and we’re off to the races, aren’t we? What do people do who don’t do either? I will never understand (much like I don’t understand people with 20/20 vision who can just wake up and... see...)
Dogs and Coffee.
I don’t know if that is what the owner of the company had in mind when he came up with the name, Odd Dog Coffee.
Frankly, I don’t care. I’m running with it.
It’s nice to meet you, dear reader.
I’ve actually started to brew a second cup of coffee, this Good Boy Blend, that I will put in a traveller, and Ms. Izzy can get excited for a hike. It is the first warm Saturday of the year after all. Might as well get out and enjoy every minute of it.
And this coffee? It’s perfect. I think I’m going to like it here.