Bro what a good boy. Imagine never having to deal with human bullshit like money again. You get to chill, eat food that you think is delicious, play sports, and just generally only ever have to worry about that shady mailman fella.
He even took away the one thing that could ruin all that. If a dog could speak they'd be a freak show.
I have an evil dog. A very evil dog. If she could make a wish, the first would would be for an infinite number of baby bunnies to eat because the day she found the nest of baby bunnies and ate them all was the best day of her life and her second wish would be for an infinite number of other things to kill and then play with after she's killed them.
The other one would wish for me to scratch his belly until the end of time, so I'm not giving him any wishes.
Better hope it's one of those "spirit of the [wish]" friendly genies and not the pissed off used-to-be-a-lawyer ones who achieve geniedom by curse or trap. Should be some sort of ethical code where a wish isn't consumed if no significant change is made.