The Holy Empire of Dogbreathistan is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by A Labrador Retriver with an even hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, pith helmet sales, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 22.451 billion Dogbreathistanians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute 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 7,474 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 332,935 Dog Poops, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,878,027 per year while the poor average 29,042, a ratio of 64.7 to 1.

Rumor has it that A Labrador Retriver has won three lotteries in a row, it is considered unpatriotic to learn a foreign language, sexually-starved male dinosaurs terrorise tourists during weekly breakouts from Mesozoic Park, and light entertainment shows are light on actual entertainment. 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 10,378^th in the world and 27^th in Texas for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 6,229.41 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.