The old advertising slogan “Guinness is Good for You” may be true after all, according to researchers.
A pint of the black stuff a day may work as well as an aspirin to prevent heart clots that raise the risk of heart attacks.
Drinking lager does not yield the same benefits, experts from University of Wisconsin told a conference in the US.
Guinness were told to stop using the slogan decades ago – and the firm still makes no health claims for the drink.
The Wisconsin team tested the health-giving properties of stout against lager by giving it to dogs who had narrowed arteries similar to those in heart disease.
They found that those given the Guinness had reduced clotting activity in their blood, but not those given lager.
That’s why I’m the picture of health. But feeding Guinness to dogs? Are there no students at the University of Wisconsin who’d be willing to engage in such research? It makes me very angry, I must say.
Uh . . .
For a long time, domesticated dogs were seen as just the slobbering, dumbed-down ancestor of the wild wolf. Dogs, though, have learned a few tricks of their own through the millennia — and can teach us a lot about ourselves.
Guinness the border collie loves the program. Flip on the monitor, and she can sit for hours watching the colorful images flitting across the screen — like a teenager in front of a Playstation. As soon as the images change she presses the touch screen with her nose. If she selects the correct one of two photos, a piece of dry dog food automatically drops down to her feet. If she selects the wrong one, the screen turns red for a moment, and then the exercise continues.
What mother fucker gives alcohol to a dog?
The pub (a pub is a bar with food that’s not a supper club, right?) near our house had a sign up… “Therapy is expensive, beer is cheap. You decide.” Part of me disapproved. The other part laughed every time I drove past it.
I had a Belgian sheepdog that was so well behaved it was frightening. One single thing that made that dog come out of character was Bailey’s Irish Cream. Once she became such an unruly obnoxious persistent maniac while a female visitor was getting more attention than she was, finally we broke down and gave her some, like a tablespoon. We thought about it for a long time finally concluding their lives are so short, how could we in good conscience withhold that one thing she wanted so badly? Mind you, she was every bit the wolf hopping around trying to grab it. Watching her breaking through the bouquet was the second funniest thing I ever saw her do and she lapped it up in like two licks, and it only took a tiny amount to calm her right down. It’s one of the reasons why she loved me so much.
That wasn’t a Belgian Sheepdog. That was a Bailey’s Irish Wolfhound.
Are there no students at the University of Wisconsin who’d be willing to engage in such research?
Despite an over-abundance of cheese curds and fries, I suspect that in their early 20’s, even Wisconsinites’ arteries aren’t clogged enough for the study
What do you sumbitches have against dogs?!
Oh, sure, everyone praises dogs playing poker, but mention dogs drinking beer and hell breaks loose.
I’d rather share my beer with my dog than a lot of people I know.
I’m with Belvedere Jones on this one. Give me a choice between spending a day with random people or two random dogs and I’m picking the dogs every damn time.
If I ever let my dog drink beer, it’ll be because I didn’t drink it before it got skunky.
This explains why Irish boxers are always bleeders…
Dog may be man’s best friend, but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual.