if u like poopie coladas

standing in what he thought was the utmost of courteous locations given the frequency of flatulent foofies emanating from his own ferocious behindy hiney, the little dachshund peered out from behind his mother’s legs as he answered his father’s question.  “nopies, sorry, dad,” said the little dachshund with sincere conviction, “as u r aware, in wolfspeak, we have many different words for pooping in many different weather situations, but there is no word for pooping in weather like this. because a wolf cannot poop in weather like this. hee hee, um, at least not outside…”