Those of us who enjoy the outdoors, as in hunting and fishing and hiking through the bush, love our dogs.

We love them as companions, not as dinner.

I saw the other day that one of my favourite Toronto Sun colleagues, Liz Braun, adopted a dog that had been rescued from the meat markets of South Korea

Who knew? For years we have heard evidence that South Koreans have a taste for dog meat, but it wasn’t until last year’s Winter Olympics did we heard that all those rumours were true when Canadian reporters in search of off-beat stories glammed onto that one.

Then an assortment of dog-rescue missions gained steam and, the next thing we knew, scores of South Korean dogs were being imported and saved from ending up on a South Korean rotisserie.

My friend, Liz Braun, adopted one of those rescued dogs, which led to a cute video on the Toronto Sun’s website.

It’s a little white lap dog. Like I said, very cute.

Even if we are what we eat, as the old saying goes, it is difficult to wrap our heads around what is considered normal dining in another culture.

Sushi, to me, is one of those things. When a fish is still moving, it is not quite ready for my plate.

As for dog? Who knows? Maybe it tastes like chicken.

Once upon a time, while attending the Calgary Stampede, I dined on roasted beef testicles, which is probably one of the stranger things I have eaten in my life.

They did not taste like chicken, however.

They tasted, instead, like nuts.