years ago when i had the "fab four" dogs, we went camping in northern New Mexico together. i prepared for this trip for several days. we had food..dog food for them...real food for me...water..the appropriate amount for three days..and firewood for our cooking fires. i had my down sleeping bag and plenty of bedding for them. it gets very, very cold at night in the mountains of northern New Mexico.
after a drive of almost two hours, we arrived and i let the dogs out of the truck...i had the short one, that's my avatar..the tall skinny greyhound named "smutty", Tippy (of course..who else would sit in the front?) and Henrietta Blue Tongue.....i had camped there before so i knew that this was on the edge of a small valley that the ranch cowboys drove hundreds of cattle through. no sooner had i started unloading the wood, i heard a noise that stood my hair on end...a mountain lion? a bear? no, i heard Henrietta drop and land in a big pile of green manure that was still exceedingly fresh. i screamed. she jumped up and got under the truck and i yelled and sputtered and carried on for 5 minutes. i had to use two gallons of our water to clean her up...her feelings were incredibly hurt. she was so embarrassed over her choice of what she thought was a perfectly appropriate thing to do.....that's what dogs do. they roll in things that disgust their owners. it would have made alot of difference for Henri if i had stopped and thought before i screamed at her. i was highly critical of her choice and she was hurt beyond belief. i had humiliated her in front of her peers..they stood there and watched her, with canine disdain written all over their faces. and the truth is that she saw the manure first or they would have rolled in it.

the point of a story about a dog rolling in *&^%? let's not criticize people's choices here on the forums. it hurts their feelings and sometimes causes a great deal of embarrassment and humiliation. pattynearlynormalnow........