My wonderful preteen son loves the idea of a dog made of money. We have two puppies, a Maltese and a Shih Tzu, which have now become “money dogs”… oh and their names are Bentley and Phantom. Shall I say anymore? I tell him he better keep those good grades up and the athletics to afford his “big financial dreams”. With lots of teachings and prayers he’ll come to know the world and it’s beauty without the superficial items. (but he still has two little sisters to look after so maybe he’ll deserve a guilty pleasure or two).