Heather and Derek are to blame. If they didn't have the second and third coolest Chihuahuas on earth, I might not have wound up with Milo - The Coolest Chihuahua Ever!

Milo is eight weeks and two pounds of sideways-prancing, squeaky-bear-attacking, hand-licking, nape-of-the-neck-sniffing, soulful-expression-searching, pure loving awesomeness. His head smells like warm baked bread. The scale to measure awesomeness must be rewritten.

My family grew with Milo's addition. Another addition - of the two-legged kind - is coming soon, God willing. My days of documenting San Francisco's Chinatown are winding down. Perhaps you will see more of Milo in the days to come. Perhaps you don't care.

Either way, life is beautiful. Life goes on.