My Dog Made Me a Vegetarian

Yes.  It’s true. Here’s how that went down.  So, in Asia, my dog Piper, all six and a half pounds of her, would be food. We in the US are horrified of this, but in many Asian cultures, eating dogs has no taboo. In Chine, my two cats, Tompa and Mowgli, could end up in a stir fry.  All  over Europe, not just the much-maligned France, people eat horses. Shock, outrage, on this side of the Atlantic. Everyone knows cows aren’t eaten in India, and most people know That many Africans dine on monkeys and chimps, with the charming appellation of “bush meat.” And the Aussies love their kangaroo burgers. Yum.

So, what to eat and what is forbidden is entirely culturally determined. There is nothing absolute about it. We need protein, yes, but that is often obtainable without killing our fellow creatures. I love my dog. A lot. This has made me reflect on the Illogic of  what animals are “sacred” and what  are OK to slaughter.

And I love meat, don’t get me wrong. I love BBQ, I love to cook, I love hot dogs (gross, really) and all of it.  But I can no longer support the killing and cooking of my fellow sentient being when the whole thing just doesn’t make sense.

I just look into those beautiful loving eyes of my little mutt and think about her feeding a Korean family, and that’s all the motivation I need to grab a salad and a hard-boiled egg.

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