My first dog was a German shepherd mix. She was notorious for loving to roll in dead fish. That’s the only memory I have of her rolling in something, but it was more than enough! I would go fishing with a friend, she would be running around the shore, and then one of us would see her shoulder dip – that was it. She would smell so bad, my friend finally gave the ultimatum: if she rolls in fish once more, she will have to ride home in the trunk. But it was such great perfume!