The Holy Empire of Dogbreathistan is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by A Labrador Retriver with an even hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, public floggings, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 16.119 billion Dogbreathistanians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Couch. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Dogbreathistanian economy, worth a remarkable 5,215 trillion Dog Poops a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 323,542 Dog Poops, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,236,857 per year while the poor average 58,484, a ratio of 21.1 to 1.

Restaurants are required to specify whether their toilet paper was made in Dogbreathistan, toxic smog is dismissed as the populace just "letting off steam", supermarket milk is a shear-thickening fluid that can stop small caliber bullets, and trespassers entering A Labrador Retriver's office are immediately vaporized. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Dogbreathistan's national animal is the Dog, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Dogbreathistan is ranked 75,831^st in the world and 64^th in Texas for Most Extreme, scoring 17.5 on the Paul-Nader Subjective Decentrality Index.