Yes, The Trust Machine was a great and very special dog, but she was -- thankfully -- no saint. Especially in her younger days, when I knew her best, she was really quite a rapscallion, into mischief and all manner of hijinks. She would happily get herself wet and muddy and wait until she was in Lady Rose's car or worse, my house, to shake herself dry. She loved to roll in dead animals and flaunt her foul odor. And of course she was an inveterate butt sniffer.
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