"You look like a dog person", he said, walking over with a smile.
Oh so wrong, so very wrong. I can't think of anything good about dogs, really. Imagine therefore my delight to see today on the news a review of book that urges its readers to:
Save The Planet! Eat Your Dog.
Hurrah for this book. Probably the very best place for a dog is in a casserole, turning gently in a rotisserie cabinet, grilling over the barbecue coals. (That's not actually the exact title of the book.... although near as dammit, the real thing is called Time to Eat the Dog: The real guide to sustainable living). I looked in there for recipes, but sadly there weren't any.
The eco-pawprint of a pet dog is twice that of a 4.6 litre Land Cruiser driven 10,000 kilometres a year, so they reckon. I wish I'd known this before I guiltily chopped in my Chelsea Tractor for a super-environmentally-friendly BMW 325i convertible last week.
The interweb, source of all knowledge, tells us that the Vietnamese have seven ways of cooking dog. And I thought it was Koreans that liked hot dogs: truly my ignorance knows no bounds. It reminds me of one of my old blog entries, and I said I was going to revisit those. When I find it, I'll paste it onto the end of this post.
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