As a Morals Tutor to America's Wealthiest Families, I work hard for my money, or rather for the bones I am tossed by my Private Client, she who rules us all. Unfortunately she also keeps a bulldog, Rex, and he tends to rip the scraps from my hands, often leaving me badly mauled. I hate that dog. His dog house is bigger than my Dumpster. It is like a McMansion. He has a diamond studded collar. He has a mohair jacket for when its cold. A chef comes in every night to cook him a special bedtime snack. He has a professional dog walker. He goes to this Doggie Salon to get his nails clipped and manicured. You can imagine my chagrin when I found out from my Owner's Personne De Confiance (her former Butler who went through leadership coaching) that Rex is in Milady's will for $350,000 to keep him in the style to which he is accustomed in the event Milady predeceases him. As for me, my Dumpster escheats to the State of TX. I get squat. For more on setting up a Trust Fund for a pet, and how much might be enough, see "It's a Dog's Life" by Hannah Shaw Grove in the current issue of Private Wealth, Advising the Exceptionally Affluent.