San Francisco, a city which has already taken no small interest in, shall we say . . . the business end of higher animals has now considered adding DNA tests to determine just whose rottweiler mix has laid cable on the co-op lawn. It began with a crazy story from Lebanon, New Hampshire that hit the papers -- but is now gaining some traction in SF:
I couldn't help replying to this one in the San Francisco Chronicle:
"The discovery of the helical structure of DNA by Watson and Crick in the fifties has led inexorably to revelations about the mechanics of protein synthesis in the sixties; the gradual mapping of genomes -- first of goldfish, then of man -- in the late eighties, nineties and early two-thousands; and now the zenith of achievements: Bosco the uppity dog with IBS has taken a steaming dump on the neighbor's lawn. Oh, and I am deadly sure that the cost of such a service will be nominal.
"What triumphant music should be played for the occasion -- this new age in which we find ourselves? Wagner perhaps; maybe "Siegfried's Funeral March?" How about Richard Strauss and 'Also Sprach Zarathustra?'"