When we had dogs it all went to the dogs.
Now I rarely bring doggie bags home, even though I never eat everything. Last time I did it was about 2 weeks ago. It was 3 half pieces of some French Toast that I couldn’t eat. We dropped it off at my son’s and watched his kids devour it on the front porch.
They’re funny to watch. One time we went over there with a large piece of carrot cake. They asked what was in the styrofoam container. I said carrot cake. Like a bunch of baby birds they flocked to the silver ware drawer, each grabbed a fork and flocked to the table, and sat with the butt of the forks on the table, waiting for me to get the cake over to them. I did and boy they just went to town. I had no clue they even knew what carrot cake was!