I figured I could go a week and still function without food, provided we had water, but after that I’d be so weak I’d be no good to anyone. Years ago, when I saw that movie Alive, it grossed me out. Sitting there staring at Grover, it grossed me out more. I wasn’t eating him. Having said that, if all options were honestly on the table, and it meant our living versus our dying, there was always the dog. Problem was, he’d only feed us once. Maybe the first time his size was ever an advantage to him. Had he been a Lab or a Rottweiler, I’d have thought more seriously about it.
