Americans eating dogs email

There is a novel called Dogeaters by Jessica Hagedorn.
It's about Flips.
I thought I've written about dog killing and butchering in the
past. Yup, I've eaten it a few times. Remember enjoying it.
It's been over 30 years since the last time, though.
I remember the last time. I came home one evening from the
University in 1973 or 74. There was a commotion at the house
with so many people I didn't recognize. There was a man crying.
I asked one of my relatives to explain. He or she, I can't remember
which, said that the crying man owned a beautiful large German
Shepherd and his neighbors were eyeing it mischievously. So he
decided that if anybody was going to enjoy his dog gustatorily, it
would have to be his friends. I guess he'd heard or experienced
my clan's experience with dogs.
Normally, we would tie the dog by the great Jackfruit tree and someone,
usually my grandfather, would hit the dog a few times in the head with
a 2x2. But since this is a beloved pet, we hanged it from the fragrant tree.
I think I touched the dog while it was hanging limp.
It was definitely not as normal as killing a pig or a chicken. Usually my
grandfather did it by himself alone. Or so he thought. Me and my brothers
and cousins would hide and watch him do it. I still get bothered when I
see it in my mind.
Never eaten a cat though. Although one never knows, we didn't have,
still don't, regulatory agencies in the Philippines. In a way they're
still as wild as your small town.