Oh, yes. Jazz can do gross things. Here is an example from an entry in his dogster diary:
My Hobby
February 23rd 2007 10:55 pm
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Let's face it, Yorkies are eye candy. As a breed, we present a rather dainty appearance, and I must admit, I am possessed of a plethora of good looks.
Yet I want to remind you, dear readers, that I am a terrier. I am a wild man.
Mom will hardly let me out of the house , due to my manly escapades.
Friends, I have rolled in things you would not go near with a ten foot leash.
Cow pies, horse plops, the carcasess of things so long dead I couldn't even tell you what they used to be.
Once, Mom was leaving me with my favorite niece for a weekend. She had me freshly bathed and smelling like lavender and baby powder when I stepped out of her taxi. While she unloaded my gear, I did a little nose-work and before you know it I was rolling on a ripe frog corpse. The frog was flat, having met his demise under the tires of one of the family vehicles, which made picking up his froggy fragrance a cinch. Before you know it, the girly smell was history and I reeked of decayed amphibian.
My victory was short-lived as Mom insisted on bathing me again. However, living in the country assures one an endless supply of interesting olfactory experiences, and I am confident I will soon be rolling in something pleasingly pungent. |