Sometimes after a successful day of “stink” hunting on the farm I can’t help but feel super proud of myself for the most recent rich potent smell I found. I mean it’s a real art to find the best spot to roll in.

After inevitably tracking me down with my GPS tracker (thanks for ratting me out Trax!*), mom never quite appreciates my most recent stink-capades. It’s only a matter of minutes before she utters those words…..B..A..T..H.

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Stink eye commence, why is my fun always ruined?

Sigh, don’t worry, I’ll always live to stink another day!

Is your dog a master of the stinky smells just like me?