This is just a nasty story--don't read it if you have a delicate constitution! Seriously.
I have 3 largish dogs, and the other day, I let them out for a run. When I let them back in, I noticed immediately that one of them had rolled in something extremely dead-----but that was not the worst part of the story.
Stella, the youngest, had NOT rolled in the dead thing---oh, no, no, no--she had EATEN it. Lots of it. But that was not the worst thing.
No, you guessed it, she horked it up in the middle of the living room floor, while I was bathing the stinky one. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE WORST THING!!!!
Whatever it was that she had eaten was full of maggots, and they were still wiggling.
Don't ya just love dogs?