I remember being told a story about my grandfather. While he, my grandmother and my mom (when she was a baby), were in Jamaica, my grandfather went and had dinner with some local folks. He really enjoyed dinner, I am told. He inquired as to what the meat was that was served. The host replied, "dog". My grandfather promptly went over and threw up.
While I'm not ready to just go out and kill a dog and eat it, I have to aversion to doing so. Before this past summer, we had a significant number of cats. We also had some raccoons, squirrels and there are some coyotes that wander through here. I've always considered them as an alternative food source in a time of crisis.