Miggles, interesting question. I like your writing style and imagine your personality clearly, so I'll bite this once:
An analogy might serve us all better...middle east about, well, a long lifetime ago, I was a combat medic and visiting a Bedouin village deep in Iraq. This was a place where Farrell dogs eat whatever they can find, mostly goat carcasses and hedgehogs, or other common fare...scorpions, spiders, hares...pretty much what coyotes eat. Anyway, when visiting the elder Iraqi (Sunni by religion and geographics) at tea time, visitors eat what they are offered les you offend.
After tea a woman in a veil brought a tray of freshly cooked (steeped) meat. We ate it without knowing what it was, and it was a little sweet, a little sour, and little "wild." But not bad. I didn't gag, but I wouldn't ask for it again. Before we left I asked my translator to ask what meat we ate, curiously. He asked the elder and he said something in response. My translator gave a shrug and pointed to their scrawny puppy and said...wild dog. They kill them so they won't hunt their goats, but they eat them because they're hungry."
fast forward about 700 miles closer to Bagdad, Iraq...a different scene but similar setting. This Shiite family served us tea and then some meat and fire cooked bread. Tasted horrible and I gagged without control. The old man laughed and said something to my translator. My guy turned to me and said, "this, too, is Ferrell dog, and they kill them because they eat dead people...you eat them because we served it to you..."
So, my take away on that experience was this: If you eat dog, you must question its normal diet, at least the year leading up to your cuisine. Animal flesh, especially predators, are what they eat. Example, a grizzly or black bear that eats mostly vegetation and the occasional animal is quite tasty, but one that eats mostly salmon because it's available and plentiful, tastes like the raw end of a squirty bunghole.
Good luck with your options.
Love your posts and admire your p/u enthusiasm. Bust it,
larry out