I take Betty on a sniff twice daily (other dogs might consider this to be a walk). There are so many things to sniff, but, of course, Betty is most interested in sniffing those things I don’t want to go near. The latest disgusting thing she desires to sniff is a flattened dead squirrel covered in flies in the middle of a rather busy road. As soon as we get to within 100 feet of this poor dead animal, Betty lunges towards it (it isn’t even visible yet) and tries to drag me into the road. When I stop her, she whines. Poor Betty, her oppressor won’t let her revel in the scent of a puss-oozing maggot-ridden corpse.