Stinky Hugo (the family dog)

I refer to the family dog as "stinky". Not because he actually smells, because his attitude stinks. He eats only the finest foods, has his anxiety pandered to and is gifted treat after treat. A morning after we played fetch was the moment that really broke me. He was gassed and sprawled out on the wood floor. We had to feed him his meds, but he wasn't interested in getting up to eat. As a compromise we brought his food to him. He lay on the floor lazily licking at a ball of mozzarella coated in cheddar. The mozzarella hid the meds and the cheddar made the mozzarella palatable. Despite all this effort he only had the energy to lick off the cheddar coating.

Now for the reversal. One night, he was suspiciously eager to get outside and do his evening rounds of the yard before bed. The patio doors slid open and he roared out directly into the corner. A partially obscured fracas ensued, resulting in a dead skunk on the lawn! Worse still, our noses told us the skunk had fought back. Running back inside, he began to stink out the whole house. Even a week later as I write this, a pervasive, sour smell loiters about the place. He didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he was bothered by the spraying of air freshener to combat the odor. Now he's stinky both in attitude and actuality.