Eric goes to the groomers and without fail he rolls in something dead,rotting or just shit within 48 hours. A dead rat was this week's cologne of choice, complete with crawling maggots 
I can't even prevent it because it feels mean to keep him on a lead and even if I did he's down and rolling in the blink of an eye.
It's fair to say he doesn't like the clean and groomed look, bloody hound!