We had collies when I was a child. Every hillfarm in Scotland had collies, and they bred; there were always some looking for good homes.
Collies when actively engaged, i.e. given the responsibility of playing with and rounding up children
are happy dogs, smart too. No hiding from Mum, or trying to not hear so we could stay out late, when the dog had been sent to fetch us home
Waaaaay back then, soup was on the menu two or three times a week, and the basis for soup was bones from the butcher. Bones came in two varieties; bones for stock, and bones for the dog. Bones for the dog were usually the lower leg bones or the big hip knuckle.
I used to think it perfectly normal. The collie got porage in the morning just as we did, and it got broth before it's dinner, just as we did.
We didn't get the bones though, the dog did, but that was because, "It's good for his teeth." People teeth weren't shaped like that or as big as those. Children can be very simplisticaly rational
If we had stovies, the dog got stovies...though I do mind that macaroni cheese was not given again after an utterly appalling regurgitation
Rice pudding was a favourite, but he had to fight off the cat for that
Apart from one dog who died of distemper, all of our collies lived beyond 15 years old. So, porage and soup seems to have done them no harm
All in all, I suspect that what we eat has really much more to do with choice and opportunity than it has to do with what we 'should' eat. I don't think that's a purely human trait either, goats will try to eat most things
but so will puppies and seagulls.
Mikey makes a good point about the vegetarian/carnivore argument too. I don't know any vegetarians/ vegans who drool over the thought or smell of bacon cooking.....frankly, it's such a distinctively appetite killing smell that it can put me right off eating anything
I'd rather not go into detail, but when microwaves were first commonly available it was a quick and dirty diagnostic test of a small bone; human or bird? to give it a quick cook. If it smelled of chicken, it was fowl, if it smelled of bacon it was human. There's a reason cannibals called human flesh longpig.
And on that note, I've lost all interest in my breakfast
atb,
Toddy