Man, I always wanted a skunk. I love the way they smell. I used to work for a Porsche junkyard that was in the mountains and when I’d drive the flatbed through the mountains there I’d see dead skunks everywhere. I’d run over the skunks again and get the smell all over the wheels. Then, I’d park the truck right by the front door of the office and ‘air’ everyone out. I loved it. They hated it.

I’d want mine to still have the stench gland. Even if it wasn’t well trained.