I mentioned, in my above post, that I had only seen a dog try to eat a 'possum once and that I would post about it later: A couple or so years ago, I attended my cousin's funeral. On the way back home, I left the highway in favor of a section road in an area where I had hunted when I was in high school. As I drove down the road, I saw a yellow and white pup in the ditch beside the road. He was some distance from me when I first saw him. I drove past him possibly a hundred yards, couldn't stand it, stopped and backed up to where he was.
When I stopped by him, he didn't run: he just looked up at me with an expression on his face that seemed to say, "Do I dare hope?" He was a walking skeleton with a skin. He, before I stopped, had been trying to tear into the haunch of a dead 'possum. I opened the pickup door, got out and walked to him. He made no effort to leave. He just watched me as I approached. I reached down, cupped my hand under his rib cage, picked him up, and returned to the pickup. I put him in the seat next to me. He laid down on my leg, put his head up against my belly, and let out an audible breath of air--as though he was so glad to be picked up.
I drove home, dipped him, wormed him, and fed him. It was two or three weeks before he would not scarf down everything that we put in front of him. He appeared to be about two months old, but in two months he appeared to be at least six months old. I think that, when I picked him up, he was four or five months old but had never had enough to eat to grow. My guess is that that starved Pit Bull puppy now weighs at least 60 pounds. (Wouldn't hurt a flea--as far as I now know. He and my half-Pit Bull female, Stretch, will co-habitate.) He'll live out his life at my place--and he'll never see a fight pit. I may, however, take him Bigfoot hunting. My sister was with me when I found him, and she started calling him Ditch because he was in a ditch when we first saw him. The name stuck.
That he was trying to eat a 'possum tells you how starved he was.