ExitPursued - ddog2 actually found a dead seal - well, half a dead seal, to be entirely accurate - on the beach near Stevenston. Her first instinct was to try to bring it with her, but when she couldn't get it out of the rocks it was stuck in, she decided to roll in it. She stunk so badly that even the other dog (a Labrador, so clearly a dog of vile and unrefined tastes) wouldn't sit anywhere near her.
Usually our spoilt pair get nice warm showers in our en suite (partly because it is easier to wash them in an enclosed shower, where they can't escape), but this time she smelled so awful that she has to be shampooed in the garden and rinsed with the cold hose - twice - before she was let back indoors - and even then she still needed another shower.
Then there was the Terrible Night. The dogs came upstairs for a cuddle when dh and I went to bed. Ddog1 has a hormone imbalance that makes her wee very dilute, and she has the odd accident - and had one that night, which I only discovered when dh took them down to their beds, and I stretched out my feet- into a warm, wet patch. So we stripped the bed, scrubbed the mattress and turned it over -unfortunately we knocked over a big glass of black currant squash -onto the cream carpet.
So dh spent ages using the crevice tool to vacuum all of that out of the carpet, whilst I found a clean duvet and bed linen, and sorted the bed out. Then, at 1.30am, we finally went to sleep.
The next morning, bright and early, ds2 sent ddog2 into my room, whereupon she got up onto the bed, snuggled down under my arm, and threw up epically, all over my arm, the bed and the corner of dh's pillow. So I had to leap up, scrape second hand dog food of myself, the bed and the bedding, and then spent most of the day washing and ironing bedding, so we'd have sheets and duvet for that night!