The Holy Empire of Dogbreathistan is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by A Labrador Retriver with an even hand, and renowned for its enslaved workforce, otherworldly petting zoo, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 24.467 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 8,219 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 335,959 Dog Poops, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,907,951 per year while the poor average 28,860, a ratio of 66.1 to 1.

Charity workers dole out hardtack from behind designer sunglasses, weather reports simply advise Dogbreathistanians to 'look outside', you can bet your bottom dollar that gambling will cost you an arm and a leg, and creating cardboard imitations of missiles is a new top-secret military project. 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 7,668^th in the world and 22^nd in Texas for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 6,736.82 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.