My American Bulldog is snarfing down some nice ground chuck as I type this. She gets beef or chicken, pork or turkey almost every day; no cooked bones, but she matters more to me than all but about 3 or 4 humans on the face of the planet.
My daughter’s two Corgis, 1 Labradoodle, and 1 mutt get high-grade crunchies with fresh, home-made chicken soup poured over it. And pricey dog bones from the health food store for after-dinner treats. One of the Corgi’s doesn’t eat hers...just protects it from the other dogs who want to steal it. It’s her way of being an Alpha girl. Too cute.