Puppyquin

Troy: “Oh, look, dada. It’s a puppy.”
Me: “Yeah, he’s wearing a sweater. Isn’t that weird.”
Troy: “Yeah, can I go pet him?”
Me: “Sure.”
Troy: “Hey! Touch him! He’s not real.”
Me: “I know. He’s a statue. Or I guess since he’s wearing a sweater, he’d be a mannequin. No, wait. He’s a dog, not a man. So, what would you call him? A doggequin?”
Troy: “I think he’s a puppyquin.”
Me: “Puppyquin it is.”