There are plenty of stories I could tell - like this story I posted last week, about my terrible monday night - tuesday morning.
But probably the best, recent one, is courtesy of ddog2. Dh took both dogs on the train to the Clyde coast, and got off at one station, intending to walk along the coast to the next station, then get the train back home. The dogs had a wonderful time, running in and out of the waves, chasing seagulls and sticks, and generally having a lot of fun. Then dh noticed ddog2 trying to pull something off the rocks (she was a way ahead of him at that point), and then, when she couldn't get whatever it was free, she lay down and rolled in it.
Turns out it was a seal - well, half a seal - actually, half a rather runny dead seal - and it smelt to high heaven - and having rolled in it, ddog2 stunk too. And dh had to bring her back on the train - so he stayed as far as possible away from everyone else - and even ddog1 (a labrador who likes many stinky things including fox poo), didn't want to sit anywhere near her!
When dh got them home, he left them in the garden whilst he came in and told me all about ddog2's evil deed - and about his plan to bring her through the house, upstairs, through our bedroom and into the ensuite to give her a shower! My response to this suggestion was not very positive, and even though the dogs usually get a nice warm shower when they get really dirty or roll in fox poo or dead fish, this time I insisted it was the cold water hose in the garden.
It took two goes of shampoo in the garden to get her acceptable, and even then she needed another shower to finally banish the pong!
Then there's the story of the lab puppy that dh's family had when he was a boy - it went missing one day, and they searched the neighbourhood for ages looking for it - and eventually found it in the compost bin. The compost bin had previously been the coal bin - with a big lid at the top, and a smaller hatch at the bottom, where you got the coal out - and so was an ideal compost bin - tip the stuff in at the top, and later, get wellrotted compost out the bottom. Unfortunately the puppy had discovered the hatch and was eating her way up through the compost heap. She was rather sick!
Another eating story - this time ddog1 (labrador ergo greedy) got into the cupboard where the big bag of her dry dogfood was kept, and ate 4.5kg of it at one go! She looked like a stout brown furry barrel on legs, and lay on her side groaning! We didn't feed her for several days!