for some reason, i keep focusing on the dog.
Well, stop that.
That reminds me of a story.
Around 2001, I went to Vietnam with my oldest son and daughter.
We were hiking in the hills near a town called
Sa pa in the North west, right near the Chinese border and had hired a guide.
He was very friendly, intelligent young guy, named Son (sort of a nasal 'o' like awww), who came from a small farming community in the South but had been lucky to go to university and study tourism (truly a lucky event for a poor small town boy.)
At the end of the second or third day, we all had gotten pretty chummy and felt we could talk about anything.
I was sort of curious about Vietnam and so, at a lull in the conversation, I asked him this: 'Son, you come from an area where it is the custom to eat dog?'
He said yes.
I said,'What does it taste like?' (which, in retrospect, is a silly question because there are lots of dogs and each breed must taste different.)
He thought for a minute and then, quite seriously, said:'Have you ever had cat?'
It was then I realized that, no matter how much I might think I had acculturated, there were lots of things I didn't know yet.