Friday, January 16, 2026

WHOOF

 

I've got a dead dog in my freezer

And my guy is going to eat it.

Can love conquer this?

To even kiss his mouth again...

Is going to take some doing after imagining him eating a Fido.

He told me that this kind of dog...

Is considered a "delicacy" here in Mexico.

Um, yeah...

When the word "delicacy" is used... 

I’m always suspicious.

His friend had hunted it, killed and skinned it...

Then gave it my to guy all cut up, seasoned, cooked, and frozen.

So before I was going to break up with him...

I Goggled this kind of dog and...

Oh?

It’s actually an indigenous Prairie Dog...

Okay, that’s sounds better (I guess)

Because is it any different than eating a squirrel, or rabbit, or raccoon., 

Which I wouldn’t eat anyway...

But when he thawed the dag and baked it...

It did smell good. 

So?

Would you eat it?

And did I?

 

Always,

Em-Musing 

 

P.S. I tasted one little bite, and it was good, but I couldn’t eat more than that. And I do love to see people’s expressions when I tell them I ate a dog.

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