I’ve never willingly or knowingly eaten dog or cat although I used to eat in a little Mexican border town quite regularly and everyone said they used dog meat. They were good tacos.
One of my early childhood memories is of my great grandmother, hearing we found a snapping turtle, grabbing a stick and her hatchet. She got the turtle to bite the stick then chopped off the head with the hatchet. She then grabbed it by the tail and let the blood drain. Then the whole thing went into the kitchen to be served that night for dinner. Apparently, she was fond of turtle soup, my father related his early childhood memory of her doing the same thing when he was a kid.