Umm...supper. Tastes like chicken. I mean, f**k, it was already dead. No use crying over spilt milk. Should have eaten the motherf**ker, then nothing goes to waste; however, if you would have eaten the dog, it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to tell the neighbors. " I have some bad news, Karl. My dog killed your dog. Yes, yes, I know. On a lighter note, we did consume what remained of the animal. We felt that that would be the appropriate thing to do, so as to add a little rectitude to an awful situation. Sorry? Well... I'm not sure...Hey listen...Well Goddamn it, would you have preffered we had invited you over for some. Well f**k you too, buddy!