When we take our dogs to my parents once they realize where we are they get all excited and start staring out the windshield as if to say "Go faster!"

Once we get there we open the car door and they run inside (because they know they're gonna get a treat)

My parents spoil both of them and get all the treats they want and my mom will make stuff like beef or chicken to add to their kibble as a topper.

How they're not a billion pounds each each time they leave I'll never know

Evidence:

That big bed my parents specifically got for our greyhound because he's so big and likes to stretch out, but his old bones don't really let him lay on hard floor anymore