Jake had a run-in with Brutus after all these years. Brutus, of course, gave him quite a warm welcoming. He gases him up thoroughly, and rubbed the stench deep into his fur and skin for good measure. The smell is so manly and powerful that Jake's dad got a good whiff of it inside when he was a quarter-mile away. Now that he's right outside their window, the disappointed dad is only getting more revolted and more embarrassed, seeing his son in only his undergarments, begging for fresh air, a bath, freedom from his tormentor, and mercy.
Happy Foxtober~