In December 1967 U.S. soldiers were attacking a North Vietnamese base camp in Vietnam. As it began to get dark, they dug in anticipating a night counterattack. Lieutenant Morris settled into his foxhole when King, their German Shepard war dog, jumped into the hole on top of him. Just then Morris needed to relieve himself. But he couldn’t move King – he was heavy, wouldn’t budge, and the hole was too small to move him to the side. As a result the Lieutenant had a “very distasteful accident” with the dog lying on top of him. Immediately after that, King decided to leave for another hole that was less stinky. Apparently the risk of moving out of shelter was a better than staying with the smell.