Eating Dog Can Be Fun But This Is Why You Probably Shouldn't

Sometimes when you visit other countries you will notice a strange phenomenon. You suddenly decide that when it comes to certain activities that you are a whole lot bolder and braver than you would normally be while residing in your native country.

Anyhow, so on this particular occasion I was just chilling outside of my current resident when I was approached by one of the people who works in my building. He told me that someone had brought over some dog meat and wanted to know if I would be interested in sampling some of this fine delicacy. And of course me deciding that I probably have the iron stomach and constitution of Rambo thought, "Sure why not? My stomach is made of awesomeness and rainbows so even if it's not that good I'll bluff and tell them how eating a dog was the best thing I've ever done in my life."


I sat down at their table and waited for the dog to be served.

After a short wait the dog meat was brought out to the delight of all. Here in Asia rice served with pretty much any meal and dog is certainly no exception.

Honestly, I was slightly concerned that after eating the meat that I would suddenly feel overwhelmed from the guilt of eating a presumably innocent pooch. This however was not the case. Granted it had the texture of beef jerky (only because of the way it was prepared) which to me is not entirely pleasant.  But I had decided from that point that I could actually go the rest of my life enjoying this exotic meat even when I made it back to western civilization.

I noticed that while dog meat is considered a special treat not all of the residents were partaking. This caused me to become slightly concerned. I asked the host why some people ate everything but the dog. He told me that some people believe it's bad luck to eat dog since by some magical olfactory power that dogs possess they will know the great and terrible crime you have committed against them and will make every attempt to destroy you. I really thought this sounded like a crock of cow poo and kept on ramming the pooch meat down my gullet.


My dip into the pool of hell began that night. I had truly horrifying nightmares all night involving getting mauled slowly to death by multiple angry rabid blood encrusted canines who after I had been torn apart had me put back together so they could tear me apart over and over again.

Needless to say, this was not the most pleasant night of my existence. I was already grumpy and exhausted after spending an entire sleepless night getting turned into a bloody flesh pile when the next day things took a turn for the worse and I really fell into a hellhole.

I was walking back from a restaurant after picking up some chow when all of a sudden I heard some growling and the sound of paws slapping the pavement. Naturally I turned around to see what was vexing the poor creature making these unfriendly sounds. Unfortunetly it was me. I chose at that moment to do something very stupid. I ran.

I did not make it very far before the bloodthirsty hound caught up with me.

Lucky for me the revenge bent pooch did not break the skin and seemed to be satisified with only nipping my leg and scaring the ever living hell out of me.

I wish I could say that this was the end of it but for nearly two months after this I got randomly growled at whenever I got near any dog. There were a few dogs in the neighborhood who would stalk me just to intimidate me. I have since developed a fear of any dog that weighs more than 3 pounds and now avoid any invitations to dine on dog meat like the plague.