“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” When I got a few steps closer, I stopped in my tracks and wrinkled my nose. Something smelled terrible. Where was that coming from? I looked at Max. Was he covered in dirt or was that something else? Wincing at the smell, I got closer. He was caked in something brown, some of which was certainly dirt. But dirt didn’t stink like that. “Fucking hell, dog. Are you serious?”
