Does your dog dookie with the devil by the pale moon light?

Who cares, mine does. It stinks but not nearly as foul as his breath. The puppy breath he once had as a young lad is now more like a half eaten fishstick with 9 day old room temperature tartar sauce, served on a bed of boiled hot dogs and rotten cabbage. To top it all off, I am still receiving Sports Illustrated Latino addressed to "Ice Man". It's semi-offensive because I think that I would consider myself to be more of a Maverick type.