I had a dog named Ginger who used to roll in dead fish. Then he hated to be bathed. He knew the word bath and would scramble all over everywhere not to get caught and washed. Last I saw him he was doing something indecent to a garbage can. Horniest dog I ever owned. Couch arms, legs, trees, name it. He has been dead these past 48 years, but he still lives in my memory.