I remember my grandma (when she was alive) told me this story about her Basset Hound:

My family was up at our cottage, and the Basset Hounds were playing outside. Casey (there was also Poncho and Gretchen), I believe it was, ran down the LOOOONG driveway, and found a deer carcas on the road. He dragged it back up the driveway, into the yard........and rolled in it. The deer had been dead for days. She had to give him a bath about six or seven times to get rid of the stench.

SICK SICK SICK! Glad I wasn't born yet to see that! LOL!