Stink, stank, skunk?

Got up to the house this evening, my boy Elvis (as in Elvis the coonhound) is standing at the door wanting to come inside, its cold and he's been out all day. Let him in and figure out right quickly that he needs to go back out. I first thought he'd been rolling in my freshly spread chickenshit, but I actually think he's been playing with a three-days-dead polecat. He was rank. I believe that's the worst he's ever stunk. Gave him a bath, so now my bathtub smells like a three-days-dead wet polecat, but at least Elvis doesn't anymore.