... decided it would be super fun to roll around on a decomposing dead rat she found at the park. Ew ew EW. I think the smell is gone after multiple shampooings, but I am still deeply grossed out.
This is the problem with having one very smart dog who rarely makes bad decisions and one very dumb dog who rarely makes good decisions — occasionally it’s very hard to keep from wanting to throttle the dumb dog while shouting, “WHY CAN’T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER?!”