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Dear Ginger: I just don’t get it. Leah Garchik publishes a blurb in the S.F. Chronicle called Public Eavesdropping. These are usually very funny snippets of overheard conversations. The humor often falls into one of three categories: over-the-top ridiculous, ironic, or where the speaker displays a fundamental misunderstanding. I was very confused by Friday’s eavesdropping. Do you think a dog’s birthday party is ridiculous? Or is it the idea that a dog has friends? I was invited to a dog birthday party next week. I already had a new scarf picked out to wear, but now I’m feeling self-conscious. ~ Under a wet blanket
Dear Under: Not all human columnists are as savvy as us dog bloggers. And their sense of humor, well, it’s hit and miss. Drop it, leave it, or whatever command works for you. And you know what’s perfectly permissible for a dog to do to a newspaper. I say fluff up your fur, go to your birthday party, and enjoy yourself. And don’t forget to wear something fabulous! ~ Ginger