The best thing about dogs is that they’re always down to party. It could be 3:30 am and they could be dead asleep. Pull out a tennis ball and they’ll wake up and enthusiastically play with you. Humans.... not so much.
A glimmer upon the ocean’s edge in the distance. You explore. It is a bottle. Rolled parchment inside, sun kissed and faded on the outside. On the inside? An exquisitely detailed, yet thoughtfully and artfully enhanced charcoal rendering of my dick and balls.
Go ahead, buy Boardwalk and Park Place. Over-leverage yourself and become cash poor. You will never have enough capital to develop your real estate. Houses, UN-likely, hotels... LOL forget about it!