Sarah Palin! Oh, you mean a real dog, not a running mate. Wait! I'm still going with Palin for either, with the exception that dogs are smarter and she requires a muzzle.
I took my dog to the vets.
"What's the problem with him?" asked the vet.
"Well, it's quite awkward." I told her.
"That's fine," she assured me, "We are used to all sort of things here. Is it diarrhoea? Vomiting? Urinating?"
"It's erectile dysfunction."