Ever since my brother Tom watched me eat a spotted puppy in 2004, he warns me sometimes, "Don't eat any dogs at dinner tonight!"
His worry became exacerbated tenfold this week. We're in Beijing, the land of plentiful dog meat. I'm working from the Google Beijing office, and my family is here doing their own thing. Next week we'll travel together around China.
Thursday, I went to a goodbye dinner for Sha-mayn, who's flying to Singapore for Christmas. I invited Tom but he was unreachable, wandering through bakeries and DVD shops.
Walking into the restaurant, this banner greeted us:
"Dog meat boils three times, even goddesses can't sit still." The second line: "Country-style dog meat, with skin still on. Will give you infinite remembrance of the taste."
And here it is! A bubbling pot of dog meat.
I took a three-photo sequence in order to show Tom when I got back to the hotel. Pre-eating:
Post-eating. Note the plate of bones from dear Fluffy. Or was it Rover?
With my dining companions. Six Google engineers, a recruiter, and a wife.