When the dummy hit the grass, I set Pritch off and she tore through the field. But halfway to the dummy she stopped dead in her tracks…and started rolling in a pile of day-old horse crap. And she continued to roll, in pure bliss, until I pulled her off of the pile. We tried a few more retrieves, shorter and easier, but the call of the horse poop (this was a horse pasture, after all) was too much for my pup--and proof that exposing your pup to a variety of situations is part of the training process. Needless to say, I spent dinner taking my fair share of good-hearted sh*t.