So I was talking to my friend the other day and she informed me that some ’skeletal remains’ that appeared to be from a dog, were found in the creek near her neighborhood. This IS a neighborhood that has a higher population of Korean families and although my friend is Asian, she has stressed that she is Chinese and does NOT eat dogs.
Here’s the way it works – when you live in America it’s really not cool to eat a dog.
I would imagine that to the locals walking down the market streets of Gyeonggi-do, the smokey sweet aroma of blackened Weimaraner is just too irresistible; much like a crack whore’s first hit off the pipe. But here in this country, it’s just down right creepy to think about. In America, dogs are our pets. More than that; they are family. We talk in complete sentences to them, dress them in designer clothing and sometimes even kiss them on the mouth. At no time are we ever inclined to fire up the barbie and throw little pom-pom on the spit. What must the Koreans be thinking as we parade our pets up and down their neighborhood streets? WE look down and see the fluffy object of our affection; a loving and faithful companion. THEY see the equivalent of a delectible dairy queen blizzard at the end of a pink tether.
Believe me, I’m not judging. I’m sure the people of India are equally horrified when they come here and see their sacred brethren on a hamburger bun; however, that is not my culture and try as I might I will never see my dog as a grocery item. So for the safety of my four-legged loved ones, I think I will just keep them inside with me and not leave them unattended lest they end up in someones crock pot.
