San Francisco: The best of all worlds
Happy Lunar New Year!
It’s the Year of the Pig, which, given my profession, should be good luck. But I miss 2018 because, if I get my zodiac right, it was the end of my Earth Dog cycle, and I don’t think I’ve got another 60 years. The Chronicle readership of 2079 will surely check.
Buddyboy also missed the Year of the Earth Dog. He hates Chinese New Year as much as the Fourth of July. It’s the fireworks. We wrap him up in his “thunder vest,” but you won’t get him to bark “gung hay fat choy!” He runs under the bed at the sound of the first Catherine wheel, and Bandit wags his tail and barks, “Dude, you do know that we’re Pekingese, right? Show a little dignity.