AH HAHA! I can visualize the entire scenario, very good description and might I add, GROSS! Boomer brought me a dead mouse once. Ran in the house all proud and plopped it on the couch. Glad it wasn't bigger, like a hare. Also, glad it was a rabbit, could have been Peter Cotton Tail!
UGH!!!! I remember it all too well !!! When we lived in the country , the dogs would roll on horrible dead things......washing them was a gut retching job !