My dog Rudder the 12 year old opinionated Westie eats better than I do. Ever since our vet lady said he had allergies he eats this expensive fish/potato/gluten free stuff. My wife will make him boiled chicken if he gets bored with that. Meanwhile, I'm getting whatever peanut butter is on sale that week.
But my mother was worse. My dad worked in the oil industry, and they acquired Sheba the Chow in Singapore. All dogs entering that country/island have to be in quarantine for 6 months. The previous owner stopped taking care of the dog. My Mother found out, and started going down to the quarantine facility and taking care of the dog(this was how it was done, the authorities would shelter but not feed the animal). At the end of the 6 months, the Singapore custom service gave her the dog, which was her plan.
By the time they returned to the USA, Sheba was getting a full breakfast every morning of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast (no jelly-Sheba didn't like it and made a mess on her muzzle with it). I was married and living in a separate state, but would visit on occasion. It was always pleasant getting up and smelling a delicious breakfast like I had growing up. I would come downstairs in anticipation rubbing my hands together, only to be told, "Thats not your breakfast, thats Sheba's. I will make you something when I get thru with hers." Often I got toast with yep, whatever peanut butter was on sale that week.
Regards, Bill S