The odd thing is that the smell of decomp wasn't so strong right there, but back in the pasture near my cabin, across the road and a little down from it, MAN was the pong strong. Puzzled the hell out of the dog, who was sniffing the air in the pasture and wandering around, obviously wondering, "Well, okay, where the heck *is* it?"
DOG. *sniff sniff*
HINES. "No, you're not allowed to roll in it."
DOG. "BOSS. You READ MY MIND."
HINES. "I know, honey. I know."