One time my dog smelled bad.
We gave him a bath.
Two days later (today) we found a dead bird in the backyard. Made a mental note to tell Aaron to somehow dispose of the carcase. Forgot to tell Aaron as I rushed out the door to a Relief Society Meeting.
Come home (tonight) to a very smelly dog.
Realize the dog doesn't just smell, he smells like death.
Remember the dead bird.
Make the grossest realization... the dog and the bird had some kind of contact.
Go in the backyard with Aaron to find and dispose of the dead bird... and find nothing but a few feathers. Realize your disgusting dog must have eaten the dead bird. *gagging*
Give the dog a bath, and try not to barf.
I am seriously scarred for life.