Or more accurately, would you eat your girlfriend’s dog if your life depended on it?

Got in a conversation with my girlfriend the other day about what we’d do if we were stranded on a desert island without any food — just me, her and her dog. 

The fun discussion of “what would you do if you were stranded on a desert island?” topic came up.

Me: “I’d definitely eat your dog”

Her: “No you wouldn’t.”

Me: “No, really. I would.”

Her: “I’d fight you.”

Me: “C’mon, don’t be ridiculous. If the dog was the last meal we needed to survive before being rescued, you’d eat her.”

Her: “No I wouldn’t. She trusts me, and she trusts you to. I couldn’t eat her.”

Me: “Well I would.  I guess you’re starving then and I’m getting rescued.”

Her: “Whatever, you wouldn’t. ”

Me: “Yes, I really would. C’mon, we’re about to be rescued! The dog’s done.”

Her: “Are you being serious?”

Needless to say, there wasn’t a good follow-up response to this that wouldn’t get me into further trouble.