He looks at the jacket. "Ahh, crap. Looks like you're gonna end up with a small pony that enjoys slobbering on people and peeing all over the place."

He bends down and holds Wolf's head in his hands. "No wedding cake for you," he says, solemnly and sternly, but the dog probably doesn't care.

Giving Will's predicament some thought, he then suggests, "D'you maybe have a-- a vest? A waistcoat, or something? Just so's you can still look a little formal."