If dreams could come true I would be a bone-a-fide bone-aire. Besides having an RV with a driver to drive me all over the country, I would have a never ending supply of tasty treats in my bank account, a private chief to make all my favorite meals, and my doctor would declare that I have to eat my weight in tasty treats.

Yum, dreams never tasted so good.

But alas, even if I had the money, the laws of health would mean that the best part of my dream must forever remain an unrealized wish of my puppy heart.

Oh well, at least the doctor cannot stop me from dreaming. Mountain of food, here I come. I’m just two shakes and a Happy snore away from eating my weight in ice cream and pizza!