Not the high point of my day: I took some of the kiddos to the river for a balmy November walk. Took the dog, too, cuz I knew I could let her off the leash. This river happens to be where salmon recently have swam upstream, spawned, I guess, and definitely DIED. What does Windy the low IQ dog do about seeing loads of decaying salmon everywhere? Oh, just RUB HER BODY IN, AROUND, OVER, AND THROUGH said stench!!!!! Like a lamb in clover. EAGERLY. ECSTATICALLY. ENTHUSIASTICALLY. When I tried to get her to dunk herself in the river and clean up a bit, she looked at me funny, like I was trying to ruin her gorgeous new coif.