Could You Eat Barney??

We had a little white dog named Barney who lived to be ancient.  He and I adored one another, we were like Velcro. If there were ever a world disaster and things rationed, I knew in my heart of hearts that I would share the last of my available food with Barney.  My husband, on the other hand, proclaimed that if conditions became dire enough he could eat Barney.  I was absolutely horrified and have still not really gotten over his statement — yet over the years, it has become a wonderfully funny measuring stick when we are in tough situations.  “Yes, but could you eat Barney?” is the question we ask when something seems unsurmountable.