I have to keep my Wayside Waifs mutt, Sadie, on a leash here at the house so she won't get run over. But when we go for our morning walk in the pasture, I turn her loose and let her run. Boy, does she run.
Often she chases some wild creature into the woods and disappears for awhile, but she always rejoins us.
This morning she found something dead on her rambling; because she considers slimy, rotting animal flesh to be her own special cologne, she rolled in it quite thoroughly. There was gunk visible on her neck where she'd carefully rubbed it in.
So she got a bath.
Once she'd been toweled off, she decided to use the spread on my un-made bed for a towel.
That's her in mid-shake.
Then I tied her outside.
I don't whether she's trying to dry off on the grass, or practicing what to do with the next carrion she finds.