The one thing I said I would NEVER do when in Ho Chi Minh was eat dog.  I’ll eat snake, mouse, crocodile, anything else but dog.  I just couldn’t do it.  I’ve had a couple canines in my life, and most recently I semi-adopted my landlords/coworkers/homies pet, Neptune, as my own.  Something about the idea of eating your pet just felt morally wrong.  
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