My ex had family that treated all their animals as a cashgrab. They put the bare minimum into them; the livestock had the absolute bare minimum in care, two of their dogs that they bred were bred as much as possible, the female was locked up in a dirty pen and the male was allowed to free-roam, while a third dog they had got to the point where he couldn't get up because he was so eaten up with arthritis before they finally put him down--not to mention they never even treated him for it to begin with. They also exposed him and the other male to essential oils that were toxic to them, because "they can get away from it if they don't like it" (FUCK doTerra).
But no, if they had ever found out about me, I'd be the monster who gives her one dog a loving environment, varied foods, a ton of toys, lots of treats and praise, that I take the effort to take him to the vet often, among a dozen other steps, all because I'd let him mount me of his own volition (once he's old enough at least).