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I had to throw him a bone.

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After forcing my husband to endure hours of fabric selection, I offered him a reward for good behavior.

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And we headed northwest from Waterville to Bigelow Brewing in Skowhegan.

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Housed in a barn on the owner’s property ….

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The feel is down home rustic Maine.

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We’d never been here before, but as soon as I saw who was helping keep an eye on things….

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I felt right at home.

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We did an assorted flight…

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And my husband liked the Lying Bastard. Make of that what you will.

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The tasting room has live music on weekend nights…

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And table supports shaped like beer bottles.

The only food on offer is from a brick pizza oven out back.

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And while my crust was burnt, the garlicky chicken broccoli Alfredo pie was quite good.

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Upon leaving we noticed the Xmas decorations were still out.

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But the beer was good enough to bring home, so I’ll forgive them the transgression.

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15 thoughts on “I had to throw him a bone.”

  1. Witch’s tit, best served cold. Tin can sailor, that’s me. three 9oz. pours/customer? 9.2 is some serious gravity, but it’s not neutron star. You could probably drink three backing up tequila shots.

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  3. Any place that has dogs is a good one to me, too! They deserve the bones, too! You always make me giggle! And I always enjoy the places you go, the drinks, and the food–yay!

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  5. The brown dog may be wondering why you didn’t throw to him the bone that you threw to hubby, but isn’t upset enough to stop lying down on the job. The other dog apparently doesn’t have a bone to pick with you either.

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