Our Story
Founded by four dogs. Run by the two humans they allow to do paperwork.
It began on a muddy trail with a question about what, exactly, was in the jar. We answer that question in full, on every label, for every batch.
Made with big dogs in mind. Good dogs of every size welcome.
The staff, and the jar each one keeps on the shelf
Ezekiel
Chief of Staff
Presides over all meetings from a seated position of considerable gravity.
His pick: The Gray Muzzle Reserve $72 →
Kane
Junior Taste Inspector
A discerning palate and considerable opinions. The bone in his portrait was a prop.
His pick: Riverbend Calm $62 →
Malakai
Head of Field Research
Has inventoried every mushroom patch in the Kananaskis, and one purple dinosaur.
His pick: Trailhead Vigor $64 →
Eleanor
Keeper of the Ledger
No batch leaves the shelf without her inspection. Has never once been wrong.
Her pick: The Forester's Guard $68 →
A letter from the founder
“There is a particular cruelty in loving dogs. No matter how many years we're given, we will always wish for a few more.”
Why Dirty Paws exists, in about two minutes of reading.