The Holy Empire of Dogbreathistan is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by A Labrador Retriver with an even hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 26.215 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 8,823 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 336,584 Dog Poops, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,964,879 per year while the poor average 27,127, a ratio of 72.4 to 1.

The government denies that it has an agency overseeing plausible deniability of black-ops agencies, children spend all morning taking out a comma and all afternoon putting it back in again, awkward tourists are offered the 'unique experience' of rodeo clown, and drill sergeants yell in the ears of bespectacled nerds in cybermilitary "reboot camps". 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 232^nd in the world and 5^th in Texas for Lowest Overall Tax Burden, scoring 771.96 on the Hayek Index.