Fair enough.
Every single person who does not do their best for their dogs has their reasons, some valid, some not, and all within the context of "how low" do they go.
"Feeding dog food" to dogs is such a simple way of putting it.
The question thus becomes IS IT really "dog" food?
My position is that corn gluten meal, soy pulp, sorghum, beet pulp, etc. can NOT properly be called "dog food" by even the loosest definition. There is no known species of dog anywhere on earth that seeks such ingredients out in its natural foraging efforts for food ... so, really, hoarding a group of 100 dogs together and feeding them PURE SHIT (ingredients they were never meant to eat, all of which are known to cause health breakdown) *IS* a crime IMO, chaining dogs down and forcing them to eat crap they really can't process.
So we simply disagree here.
IMO, if you're going to call yourself a DOG man, and confine a group of dogs on your property, the term seems easier to say when describing a man who FEEDS THE BEST, SPECIES-APPROPRIATE FOOD HE CAN to those dogs, as opposed to trying to use this term for the lazy **** who feeds Ol' Roy.
My bad, then, and glad to hear that
Being a millionaire doesn't make a person a good dogman (or owner of dogs). One of the worst, most brutal dog-butchers I know is a multi-multi-millionairs ... who kills, culls, and leaves dogs down to die on a consistent basis ... doesn't give a damn, means nothing to him. Millionaires are often the worst, most despicable dogmen at times.
Great, the guy who feeds Ol' Roy has multiple international winners. Like I said, I know many highly-competitive dogmen who feed crap feed. They tend to be on the "dog butcher" side, and not on the good caregiver side. The old man whose property I used to rent won more fights than probably everyone on this board (plus your friends) put together ... but that didn't mean he was a good feeder or knew the first damned thing about nutrition (or cared).
It meant he knew what a good dog looked like, had the money to buy it, pay someone else to condition it, and bet whatever he felt like betting, damned near every weekend of his life since the mid-1960s.
Again, didn't make him an optimal caregiver, it made him a highly-active, well-experienced dogman, who didn't give much of a shit what he fed the dogs he had spread out over 5 different dog yards.
Jack