Most Spoiled dog you have ever known?

holy cow!!!! i will never call my dogs spoiled again!!

I see my fair share of spoiled dogs come through work. One dad was upset because he saw us sweeping the floor while his dog was in daycare (we have webcams) and we weren't playing with her. Would you rather her roll around in dog hair and dirt? Jeeze. Yes, we play with *all* the dogs, but we have to stay clean too!

There is a big husky that boards, and his mom makes him enough scrambled eggs for breakfast for his whole stay, and puts them in little tupperwares.

The best is this scottie that is boarding this weekend. His mom made him a whole Easter basket!!

His own debit card!?

I want to be their dog too!

Edited to add: I think if I had the money... I would do the same and Thor would have two or three big brothers.

While that sounds great and all its seems as if things like Starbucks adn debit cards are more for image or the happiness of the owner. I cant imagien the dog thinking "woo hoo strabucks"! I cant imagiena dog boasting to his friends about his wardrobe but I could see a dog boasting about maybe.......sleeping with every bitch in town, LOL!

I'd think a spoiled dog would be one who got to chase small animals on a ranch, have his own watering hole to swim in, be able ot laze around and get doogy massages, roll in mud and sniff as many butts as their nose could sniff!

Charlie Bruggins Brown who was my dear friend and companion in my youth.

 He went to work with me, he ate people food, if I bought a burger for myself I also bought one for him, he ate ice cream and always got his own cone. At that time I never considered the fact that it was not healthy for him and thought I was doing him a favor. Everywhere I went he went, if I went to a party he went along, if I went shopping he went shopping.

 He got his own Easter basket at Easter and his own Christmas presents and had a Birthday party every year.

 He slept on the furniture and in the bed with me, he had his own chair in the living room and people were not allowed to sit in it.

I still miss him, he was a character.  

Dancer.  I gave her all I could, the only thing left that I couldn't give her was immortality.  But, while she was here she got to go to all the local ice cream joints, went scoopin poop at the horse barn (it's a delicacy ya know), spent some time riding shotgun in a big ole large car, was interviewed on TV and had her photo in all the local rags, and generally had the world at the tip of her paws because so many people loved her.  She was a tomboy, if dogs can be tomboys, and if she had been human, undoubtedly would have preferred jeans and tees to designer duds.  No need for her own debit card - she had a willing slave who carried the cash for her LOL.

 Emma. No question, LOL. She's an only child, now, and it's getting worse and worse, LOL.

When we go out to eat (I don't go anywhere that she can't!), I order meals that I can share, with her. She eats the meat, and I eat the veggies. I needed to go to KY for a death in the family, so I got a plane ticket where she could come along. She rode in the cabin, with me. She got to play on a farm, with two of her life long buddies, for a whole WEEK. She gets to go to dog shows, and win stuff (she loves winning stuff!). She also gets to shop the vendors. She likes picking out new collars, and treats. She's totally rotten, and totally wonderful