Jun 10 2009

Got Quills? (formerly “Bert goes to the emergency room”)

Got quills?

There’s nothing quite so bracing as when you suck down half a bottle of wine with your evening ration of non-dairy whipped topping, and decide to take the dog out for a post-prandial stroll to admire the heartwarming sunset, when suddenly — blammo. The cold, indifferent hand of fate appears out of nowhere and tears your mellow asunder.

That’s right. It’s a porcupine situation. It unfolds in slow motion. You are but an impotent bystander. Even as you yell “Berrrrtttt! Noooooooooo!” you know full well that his hands are tied. He can no more not chase that porcupine than I can get a Bettie Page haircut and go to the roller derby wearing a mudflap-girl cami.

Subsequent events will proceed pretty much according to the Global Accords Governing Porcu-Canine Relations. The next four hours of your life will be spent driving a yowling golden retriever in to Austin, sitting around in a waiting room full of parvo dogs and puking cats, and eventually coughing up 200 bucks to get the quills extracted.

I didn’t even know we had porcupines.

I had an hour to kill on the drive in, so I gave old Tidy a buzz (Tidy is my sibling). Tidy’s a physiologist, and enjoys surgical hijinx, so I always give her a heads up when there’s some revolting procedure or other in the offing, in case she wants to tag along to spectate and exchange clinical banter with others of her kind in their native tongue. In the course of normal conversation Tidy uses words like “resect” and “patella” and “anterior suspensory sesamoid ligament.” Not this time, though.

“Get out!” said the aforementioned Tidy, when I’d hipped her to the facts. “I didn’t even know we had porcupines!”

“Tell me about it,” I said. “They are pathologically reclusive. The stuff of legend. Apparently dogs are the only people in the entire Hill Country who have ever laid eyes on one. Wanna come with?”

She didn’t wanna come with. It turns out that looking at Bert with 30 barbed quills sticking grotesquely out of his snoot ranks pretty low on her “Things To Do Before I Die” list. I was as surprised as you are.

Of course, it’s at the bottom of my “Things To Do Twice Before I Die” list.


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  1. zugenia

    Poor Bert! The Call of the Wild can be an asshole sometimes.

  2. Mel

    Up here in the North Country, those are super common this time of year. I’ve been known to see 4 or 5 a night. It’s like the emergency equivalent of itchy skin for my daytime colleagues.

    And you’re right, he absolutely can’t not do it. When naïve first-timers say, “I hope he learns from this,” I can’t help but laugh at them. They never learn. Never ever.

  3. deja pseu

    Awwww, poor Bert! What kills me about any emergency room (human or animal) is the semblance of absolute lack of urgency for anyone not bleeding out. I mean, we’re in PAIN here…DO something!!!!

  4. ambivalent academic

    Ouch! Poor Bert! Some dogs do learn from this experience. It seems that ponies do not however.

    The pony I had as a child was worse than the dogs when it came to porcupines – surprise, surprise, all the dogs (but one) learned from their first encounter. I’m as shocked as you are about that. Once they’d been quilled for the first time, they ran crazy circles around every subsequent porcupine that came waddling across the back 40 yammering their fool heads off. Until the pony came out to tell the dogs to shut the frack up already. Then the pony decided he would take care of this business himself, which always invariably without fail involved sticking his nose down there to investigate first. Always with the same result. He never learned.

    After the third time we had to have the vet out on a farm call (expensive!) to remove quills from the pony’s face, she left us with a big bottle of Banamine and said, “Well, you’ve seen me do this enough times now. Next time it happens, you don’t need to call. Just drug him up and find some pliers.” We did. It was unpleasant for everyone involved. Especially the pony.

  5. Antoinette Niebieszczanski

    A cold feeling of dread settled in around my heart when I read the title of this post. And I’ll bet he’s still vaguely stinky from the Close Encounter of the Skunk Kind.

    Poor Bert. Here’s hoping he recuperates quickly and without further complications.

  6. Wolfhound

    $200? You got off cheap. Hopefully the tree pigs return to reclusiveness in your neck of the woods soon.
    (I heard someone refer to porcupines as “tree pigs” years ago and I just love it.)

  7. procrastinatrix

    Hope Bert is better soon.

    Zugenia, I am totally embroidering, “The Call of the Wild can be an asshole sometimes.” on a pillow! So true, on so many levels.

  8. SargassoSea


    Porcupines – Dogs – Vets – Mudflap-girl Cami.

    Guess which one I don’t have. As a rule.

  9. prosehack65


  10. Antares

    What a beautiful dog.

  11. iamnotanoctopus

    Poor puppy! It’s always sad to see a dog inadvertently punished for being a dog.

  12. schatze

    Between the porcupines and skunks, maybe Bert should get a desk job?

  13. Ady

    Poor Bert! I saw porcupine roadkill this morning. I didn’t know we had porcupines here either until then. I hope my pups don’t discover them. I think I am going to show them this picture of Bert as a precaution…

  14. Renee

    Wear whatever you want, but roller derby is the shiznit. As a retired roller girl I’m biased and probably also a lousy feminist but I can live with that.

    Rock on:)

  15. Laughingrat

    Well, apparently the Texas Hill Country has everything else that bites, sucks, swarms, stings, poisons, and generally terrifies. Why not porcupines?

    A pal’s dog once got quills stuck in his leg. The quills were removed, but that dog still gets gimpy in bad weather. True facts.

  16. ambivalent academic

    Bert actually looks a little pleased with himself in that photo. In a sort of “This hurts but it was totally worth it” sort of way. Poor guy. I hope he’s feeling better.

  17. DangerMouse

    Aww, poor Bert. Although… he looks kind of happy in that photo. Maybe he’s thinking, “Look, Aunt, I got him!”

  18. birkwearingblamer

    Poor Bert! Hope that he’s feeling well enough to chase critters soon.

  19. Tomecat

    Awwww, poor Bert. My cat, Fred, died on Monday, and I felt the same dread that Antoinette Niebieszczanski mentioned when I saw the title of this post. I’m happy for you both that Bert’s OK, if a little tender around the snout.

  20. PhysioProf

    Aww. Poor Bert! I hope he feels better soon!

  21. She-cago

    Oh no!!!

  22. Nolabelfits

    I miss the Savage Death Island Turkey header. But it was attracting attention at work, so maybe this green frog one will keep me below the radar, co-worker wise.

  23. LivvySidhe

    Ouch, Bert! Poor fellow. And, you know, I thought I was well-acquainted with Texas heartwarming nature crap. I was brainsploded by the porcupine’s presence here too. So was my biology major partner. I refuse to believe they really ARE here! I posit a fifth universal force. Strong nuclear force, electromagnetic force, weak nuclear force, gravitational force, and dog’s-nose-to-porcupine force. Sometimes DNTP force is strong enough to overcome other laws of physics, like “no porcupines anywhere in Texas, except maybe the Piney Woods.” Wikepedia tells me I’m wrong and they’re here, but I scoff at Wikepedia. I have made-up science on my side!

  24. Alex

    D’awwwww, poor Bert. He’s had a tough run of luck lately, what with his up-close and personal recent experiences with a skunk and now a porcupine. Although I’m guessing the skunk aftermath harshed Twisty’s mellow more than his.

  25. jami

    I hope Bert’s healing up quickly. He does look happy in the picture, for a critter with spines jabbed into his snout.

  26. Jill

    “Bert actually looks a little pleased with himself in that photo. In a sort of “This hurts but it was totally worth it” sort of way.”

    I know what it looks like, but there is no question that Bert was not pleased about anything at all when I snapped that photo. He was terrified and in considerable pain. There were actually quills embedded in the roof of his mouth. I mean, yipes!

    It’s funny, the way dog-lip anatomy works, that humans invariably interpret their expression as smiling. I read somewhere once that this smiling appearance is likely to have contributed to the domestic canine’s evolutionary success, making it attractive as a sidekick and guaranteeing it a spot under the feasting slab.

  27. Jill

    @LivvySidhe: According to the Wikipedia at which you scoff, a group of porcupines is called a “prickle.”

  28. hero

    To me Bert looks like he’s thinking ow,ow,ow,ow,shitwhathappenedgetthispainoffame ow please?

  29. Foilwoman

    Skunking and porcupining in such quick succession? Poor Bert. How is the patriarchy responsible? I blame them, of course. Can armadillos do harm? Would Bert mess with a rattlesnake? This is turning into “The Perils of Bert (and Occasionally Stanley)”, so realistically, can we have some foreshadowing of what to expect next.

    Seriously, I hope Bert recovers and does manage to learn that in the Dog v. porcupine contest, the score so far is Dog 0, Porcupine 7,326,390,821,255, give or take.

  30. Vera

    Bert looks remarkably calm for a guy with a snoot full of quills.

  31. Medbh

    It’s terrible for Bert but also hilarious at a distance.
    My dogs Omar and Kima could only dream of such antics.

  32. ambivalent academic

    I read somewhere once that this smiling appearance is likely to have contributed to the domestic canine’s evolutionary success, making it attractive as a sidekick and guaranteeing it a spot under the feasting slab.

    I read that too…also a complementary study that assessed human emotional reaction to “cute” in it’s myriad forms. Apparently, a disproportionately large head compared to the body and disproportionately large eyeballs compared to the rest of the face elicits release of “bonding” hormones (oxytocin if I recall correctly – of course, I can’t find the paper now). Anywho, this describes baby humans and baby domestic critters too. Speculation ensues that this is how we are “manipulated” (yeah, they used that word) into caring for our offspring and why we treat our pets as jr. people/substitute children, to the extent of over-anthropomorphizing them. Might be a load of bunk but it sounds a plausible though unproveable.

    Even being aware this, I am still easily led to believe that my dog smiles, mostly in combination with furiously wagging tail and the happy dance so the canine body language reinforces my perception.

    I didn’t mean to demean Bert’s pain or fear though (and he probably had his tail between his legs here). I hope he doesn’t have to go through that again.

  33. Jill

    “Bert looks remarkably calm for a guy with a snoot full of quills.”

    I credit his breeder for ensuring that he was born with the famous golden retriever x-treme mellowness gene. Bert is quite a spectacular dog, mellow-wise.

  34. Puffin

    That’s a tough lesson for a dog to learn. Glad Bert’s on the mend, though, poor guy.

    How’s Zippy, by the way?

  35. Bruce the Dude

    Looks like Bert (and you) got off easy…

  36. Jill

    “How’s Zippy, by the way?”

    Zippy, unfortunately, is 16 and showing some signs of wear and tear. She’s had 2 or 3 seizures over the past year that left her devoid of any sense of equilibrium, and lately her hind end is startin’ to go. Since her brain can no longer process the concepts of “up” and “down,” on bad days I help her get around by hoisting her around in a sling made out of a towel. She’s deaf and blind, too. But she fuckin loves to go for a hike, and she eats like a horse, and she can still somehow make it through the doggie door. It’s not quite time yet.

  37. slythwolf

    Jill, I think you may have to face the fact that Bert is a bit lacking in the common sense department. How long ago was it that he was skunked?

  38. Satchel Pooch

    Oh BERT. You goofball! Stay away from the poky ones!

  39. yttik

    You ever notice how dogs always injure themselves right next to their big, giant teeth? I swear my dogs do this on purpose because they know I’m going to have a heck of a job trying to avoid being bit. Of course, I’m used to this behavior, dogs in pain are likely not to understand you’re trying to help them or so I thought. I’ve now seen people remove all sorts of painful things with the dog’s complete cooperation. Geesh. Apparently the trick is to really communicate with the animal so they become convinced you’re in charge and know what you’re doing. Yeah, well it’s not so easy to lie to a dog.

  40. frog princess

    At least the P hasn’t created a genetic mutant porcupine with scorpion venom (is it called venom?), and set it loose in rural areas, yet. So far, the P and its representative megabioagrichemicorps have only blithely released mutated grains and greens and fish, as far as I know, though I’m no expert.

    But can poisonous porcupines be far behind?

    I’m very sorry for poor Bert and his nose, snoot and mouth. I hope the vets at the ER have his pain well-managed and he is sleeping through the recovery. Possibly some very, very cold ground beef would help numb his poor mouth. Or maybe make being awake a little less awful.

    I wonder if it hurts to regrow quills? Do quills emerge as soft, hairlike growths and then harden, or do they push through the skin already stiff, barbed and ready to be flung, or what? Wikipedia doesn’t say.

  41. Puffin

    I always love hearing about Zippy. Bert’s lovely, but I have a special place in my heart for dogs that are part sleddog, part reinforcer. I’ve known a few in my day and they never let you down.

    Being able to give a senior dog a cushy life during their golden years is one of life’s greatest joys, in my book. It’s a reward too few dogs get to enjoy. Good for Zippy.

  42. Comrade PhysioProf

    scorpion venom (is it called venom?)

    It sure as fuck is!

  43. Givesgoodemail

    “Do quills emerge as soft, hairlike growths and then harden, or do they push through the skin already stiff, barbed and ready to be flung, or what?”

    If memory serves me correctly, they erupt from the skin rather soft but harden quickly as they gain length.

    Bert needs to greatly shorten the list of critters on his “oooo, isn’t that cute?” list.

  44. larkspur

    Holy crap, Bert! His pretty eyes are all swollen, too. I’ve never been porkypined, but I totally get that he’d be terrified, because it’s really scary when something bad happens to your head or your face and you can’t see what it is, and you just have people recoiling and saying, “Holy crap, Bert!” I wish porcupines could understand that a golden retriever rushing at them means play, play, play, instead of savage death.

  45. Gertrude Strine

    Lucky those prickly pears don’t move.
    Or at least not enough for a dog to clock.

  46. Rikibeth

    Poor Bert! I hope he recovers quickly.

    It’s probably too much to hope that he remembers next time that porcupines are made of ouch.

  47. PhoenixRising

    1) You have a vet who will do an emergency de-quilling for only $200 as close as Austin? I’m wondering whether I could tolerate the noise made by the golden doo-dah (as we call her) after her next scrape with nature for a 12 hour drive.

    Probably not.

    2) The golden doo-dah, after finding that quills hurt, shows no sign of being able to recall that data when it would be most actionable. But then, she’s only four and retrievers mature slowly, if at all.

    3) Bear, the Golden I knew about 15 years ago at camp, followed up on getting quilled by fighting off a mama bear (!) who had set up her cubs (!) where we had ignorantly put the tents of some 14 year old humans (!!).

    Bear was definitely $2300 worth of emergency perimeter patrol that night. We took up a collection so’s his moms didn’t lose their house. He was never quite the same, but after being mauled he was much more cautious with the porcupine neighbors.

  48. akshelby

    30 quills is nothing. The last time I had to pry the dead porcupine out of my dogs mouth and the vet lost count at 180 quills. Max had them in the back of his throat and had to be knocked out for the procedure. Tidy might have enjoyed that.

  49. birkwearingblamer

    Love the frog header!

  50. magriff

    Remember when this happened to the Michael J. Fox dog in “Homeward Bound”?

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  52. Agasaya

    Sympathies. Hard to see your pet in pain.

  53. Erzebeth

    Ouch! Poor little guy!

    I’m certainly glad he didn’t get any in or near his eye(s), though.

  54. Vinaigrette Girl

    Oh, poor Bert, and poor you. ow ow ow ow. I hope he recovers completely and never ever does that again. ow.


  55. Tata

    Nature crap is mean!

  56. Arlene

    Poor Bert, hope he recovers soon.

  57. The Hedonistic Pleasureseeker

    Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Bert! Reminds me of Cat vs. Cactus 2003. Ouch. Poor puppy.

  58. Val

    Poor Bert! but fortunately the treatment is simple (good pain managment; typically short-term anest): extract quills w/forceps, Rx antibiotics & MORE good pain meds… Porcupines at least are nonvenomous – I’m afraid I can’t say the same for many of the snakebite victims I’ve treated! (Up here in N TX they are copperheads for the most part – painful & debilitating, but typically NOT fatal.)
    I trust he will make an uneventful recovery – hugs from Dr Val!

  59. Antoinette Niebieszczanski

    As long as Zippy still has the joy of life, long may she run. (In her photos, she reminds me of Penny, my mama dog. She is also part enforcer.)

    You’ll know when it’s time. I’m sure Zippy blesses you for what a great life she’s had because of you.

  60. Megan

    Oh, poor Burt. That must have scared the shit out of him. When my dog got skunked in the face recently, it burned him so much he was rubbing his face on the pavement trying to get the stink off. I can’t even imagine the reaction to gettin a face-full of quills. I hope he feels better soon.

    PS. I think you should revise the caption to that famous New Yorker cartoon: “On the plus side, you’ve cured my back pain.”)

  61. k8

    The “Berrrrtttt! Noooooooooo!” is like that moment when Wylie Coyote runs off the cliff and suddenly realizes that he’s done something very, very wrong.

  62. AM

    Although as preoccupied with Burt’s problem and dogs in general as anyone else here, my eye was caught by your reference to non-dairy whipped topping. One of my housemates has to be gluten/dairy free. Is the kind you buy casein free?

  63. luckymolly

    I just joined the roller derby, but I have no hair so I feel that balances things. I just can’t believe you said “cami”.

  64. Butterflywings

    Ouch! Poor Burt.

  65. Jill

    “I just can’t believe you said “cami”.’

    Ha! I know! Twisty would never have said “cami” in a million years. I could feel her poking me in the lobe when I typed it.

  66. Squiggy

    Jill is fun!

  67. blondie

    Poor Bertie. I hope his nose and mouth are feeling better.

    The last time we had an emergency vet visit, my beloved Doc Holiday had gotten a bone stuck on his lower jaw. Not in his throat … over his bottom fangs. He had been eating a smallish bone, with a treat inside (where the marrow would be if he was eating au natural) and somehow managed to get his entire lower jaw lodged inside the hole part, so far inside that if you tried to wiggle the bone, his whole head moved. The vet broke her first bone saw trying to split the bone and finally split the bone enough to come off his jaw with the second one.

    When all of the vet techs come by just to see your dog, and the vet asks to keep what she’s just removed from your dog, you know you’ve hit a new level.

  68. sevanetta

    Shit, poor Bert. And poor you, not a fun evening.

  69. Jude

    So heartening (meant sincerely) to see all animal-loving illustrations of story. Bert’s winning smile, what a gift of evolution. And a gift to all who visit the images here. (Let me wax corny about Bert’s cuteness; it’s the least I can do for Bert’s snout.)

    Blog can be an amazing vehicle for considering heart-warming creatures (not crap) other than patriarchy’s poster boys, which I did yesterday in the context of elephants. Some elephants in greatest need of rehabilitation from the blameworthy patriarchy, it turns out, live at a sanctuary in Tennessee, not so far from Texas when compared to California, China and other patriarchal outposts. Something to be proud of as an American.

  70. rootlesscosmo

    What a crappy thing to happen to cheerful, guileless Bert. Actually this may be another bit of evidence against the creationists: sure, the porcupine’s quills protect it from nosy retrievers, as a wise creator might have wished, but an intelligent designer would have seen to it that dogs would catch on after one painful meetup. Small comfort to Bert or you, of course.

  71. Hattie


  72. Samantha B

    Bert looks pretty nonplussed about the whole thing, almost like he’s smiling a little through the tears. He seems to be a good sport.

  73. little_sis

    when my partner was a toddler he tried to eat a prickly pear. apparently his mouth and lips were full of needles and he was still trying to chew and eat the fruit despite the sharp needly pain.

    poor bertly. he must have treats! lots of treats! my dog (one of those hack little white fluffy things) enjoys a good dollop of butter when she’s in the wars.

  74. Katipo

    “Do quills emerge as soft, hairlike growths and then harden, or do they push through the skin already stiff, barbed and ready to be flung, or what?”

    I know Givesgoodemail already answered this question, but I thought this might be useful: porcupine spines not only lengthen and harden as time goes on, but they also form barbs inside a critter’s skin. Y’all might already know this, but if you’re out hiking in the middle of nowhere and your dog bites a porcupine, it’s better to pull the spikes out yourself if you’ve got the tools to do it. Get them out as soon as possible, because if the spikes are in there for more than 12 hours, a vet will probably have to cut the damn things out. I learned that the hard way, and my poor dog paid for it.

  75. Jezebella

    My cousin used her teeth to pull quills out of her dog’s face once when they were way out on a hiking trail. She didn’t have any pliers with her and the vet was a long hike and then a long car ride away. You have to have an x-tremely mellow dog for this. Also, cousin is a doctor and probably a little less queasy about this sort of procedure than most. Point being, those of us with sturdy teeth and nerves of steel have the tools to extract porcupine quills in an emergency.

  76. goblinbee

    Bruce the Dude, those were some truly disturbing photos.
    And, Katipo, yikes — barbs! Just think of the poor critters who don’t have a human to pull them out, neither sooner OR later. I assume porcupine quills lead to a terrible, slow death.

  77. Liza

    I remember when this happened to Binker (our beagle) in VT. And it unfortunately did happen more than once…they (beagles, anyway) don’t seem to learn from experience, much.

  78. Agi

    Poor Bert. He’s so lucky the quills didn’t get him in the eye. I’m dealing a with scratched cornea on my dog right now. It isn’t fun.

  79. Jezebella

    Wish I could edit previous posts. I have sturdy teeth, but not so much the “nerves of steel” part. Need to learn to proof before hitting the blame button.

  80. rootlesscosmo

    @ambivalent academic:

    Apparently, a disproportionately large head compared to the body and disproportionately large eyeballs compared to the rest of the face elicits release of “bonding” hormones

    Stephen Jay Gould wrote a semi-serious article about the gradual changes in how Mickey Mouse is drawn. Gould measured eye size in proportion to face height between “Steamboat Willie” in 1928 and a series of versions down to the 70’s; the eyes got steadily larger. Mickey gets less rodent-like and more babyish as a result–“cuter,” according to the way humans perceive faces.

  81. thebewilderness

    I’m so sorry Bert, and you, had such a painful and frightening experience.

  82. Susan

    It strikes me that Texas is pretty much to the US as Australia is to the world, containing as it does our most deadly and viciously strange creatures all living together. Also, cowboys.

  83. Samantha B

    Susan: Also, George W. Bush and family.

  84. TwissB

    “Jill is fun.” Well, yes, but Twisty has attitude and more latitude to spin the facts, being fictional and all. And she has distance and a bit of mystery.

    Not all dogs smile. Some just sit up straight looking insufferably noble and self-righteous. Pandas have a charming permanent smile, but keepers only tickle them through the bars of their cages.

    Cats’ downturned mouths suggest disdain, which makes us try all the harder to please them. Success is rewarded by the occasional purr and eyes closed to blissful slits.

    Cats leave presents for their benefactors – a favorite toy, a dead mouse, a fresh-caught feather duster – and summon the lucky recipient with a strange repeated type of meow. Do dogs do anything like this? (Yes, I know that they rescue people in peril.)

    So as not to entirely let blaming skills rust, I cite men’s refusal to acknowledge hate crimes targeting women while giving crimes against any class of men subject to discrimination their full measure of pity and concern. When did you ever hear rape condemned as terrorism against women?

  85. speedbudget

    TwissB: When my parents’ old lady dog used to catch and kill groundhogs, she would proudly come get one of us and walk us down to her “prize.” We were not, however, allowed to get close enough to touch it. No, it should be enough to just look upon the spoils. Dad would go out when she was inside and remove the body cause she was a very jealous guardian. At least the eagles appreciated it.

    And Twiss, if there is any pity for rape, it’s in the context of another man. Watching the Crime & Investigation network, I came across a story about a series of brutal rapes that hadn’t been solved (mainly because the investigators thought the women all made them up in order to gain pity from their boyfriends/husbands). One particular rape was just before a couple got married, and so the wedding day was harshed by that buzz. Anyway, the investigator that finally decided to look into and solve the crime did it because — and I am not shitting you here — he thought it was horrible that a man would have to go through that. He thought about how it would feel to know your wife had been raped, and that is what motivated him.

    The woman never existed in that particular equation.

  86. Laughingrat

    When did you ever hear rape condemned as terrorism against women?

    Amen, TwissB. Also, why are the violent anti-choice groups, who advocate the murder of abortionists and clinic employees, not labeled as terrorist groups by the US government? Let a Muslim preacher say “Death to America” and the FBI is right there on his doorstep, but it’s perfectly okay with the Feds to engage in (and encourage) violent tactics if the desired end is the subjugation of women. IBTP, naturally.

  87. Frumious B.

    As heartwarming as some nature crap is, most nature crap is oozy, poisonous, itchy, painful, stinky, or some combination thereof.

  88. Elaine Vigneault

    Poor Bert. Glad he’s OK now.

  89. veganrampage

    I’m so sorry to hear about Fred. I know how you feel.
    vegan hugs

  90. C. Atrox

    Classic photo of a classic situation! Bert is a true “country dog” now. Still have encounters with skunks, javalinas, and rattlesnakes to go.

  91. d.a.

    *roflmao*!!! @virgotex sent me to your site after I posted about our Great Pyrenees, Maggie, getting quills stuck in her nose. Now, she only had a scant three quills, of which I yanked out myself. Your Bert has her beat, hands-down.

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