I think that one tops mine... I remember once our little apricot-mini, Tycho, now deceased, (lived to 18!) went camping and hiking with us. We were a good 3 or 4 miles out from our car and Tycho found a fresh pile of elk poop. He rolled and rolled before I could stop him. He was covered with it!! We found an irrigation pond in a meadow and I tried washed him, but I didn't have any towels, soap, or hand sanitizer with me.... The water was ice cold too. I had to walk miles back to the car with elk poop on my hands with him a slimey mess. And of course, he stunk up the car for the rest of the trip!