The other white meat.

DOG AND CAT LOVERS MAY WISH TO SKIP THIS POST.

CERTAINLY DO NOT LOOK AT THE PICTURES.

OK, if you are still reading it does not mean that you hate dogs.  You might love them in the same way that  the people of Tomohon Indonesia love them.   That way is on satay sticks grilled and marinaded in a sweet garlic and chili sauce.  It kind of ouks you out when you hear about people eating dogs.  Seeing how wholesale dog eating (many restaurants serve dog) is made possible really makes you think about  your carnivorous predilections in general.

People have dogs as pets here.   They come in all shapes and sizes.  "Market Dogs" are all short haired brown or bridle cocker spaniel sized canines.  They are thin and wear the fact that they are meat animals outwardly.  Pet dogs would watch people in a crowded market go by with acknowlegement or begging.  Market dogs shun contact with passersby for obvious reasons.  They are packed into crates at the same size to space ratio as market chickens.   They scatter like fish from a net when the door on top of their kennel is opened and they yelp growl and snap at the rope looped through a  hollow six foot pole that is used in all interaction they have ever had with the dog farmer.

They know when the end is upon them,  but it does not seem that this realization is any different than that of the chickens or pigs a few stalls down the way.

Once a dog is selected and hauled thru the top of the kennel by the rope around it's neck, the guy clubs the dog dead right in front of the customer, any passing folks in the crowded market, and all of the other dogs.  After the dog is dead, the guy guts the dog and uses a blow torch to singe off  all of the hair.  Burnt hair does not really stick out as a bad smell above the others in the meat section of third world markets.  For customers who are in a hurry or for those who want only a quarter or half a dog, there are several preprepared dogs to choose from.   The blow torch guy uses the fixture that he has connected to a propane tank by eight feet of hose to cook the dogs as well as dehair  them.  Dog turns white as it cooks and it takes the guy about half a cigarette to complete the process as he is standing there hawking freshly blowtorched dog.
They bring the pigs in on the backs of scooters already dead.  Their skin can be sold, so there is no blow torching, but they do get butchered in the market.
Fruit bats and rats are also blowtorched although the bat's wings are removed first for use in soup.  Cats are displayed with fur on as they are skinned after purchase.  Bon Appetit!