if you try to shoot them all

you'll run out of bullets

A yelp came from the thicket.

At under a year old, Rodney was still just a puppy exploring and shouting at the world.

When he emerged, his red face was black.

Are they ants? What kind of - oh shit, those are quills.

Our young dog met up with a young porcupine. The results were almost deadly. We rushed our little red wonder to the emergency vet. After a day’s stay at the vet, Rodney’s face looked better and our wallets felt a lot more light.

Win win?

Win for the porky.

Win for the dog.

Loss of a surfboard or a bike or a trip somewhere for me.

Not liking this, I decided that the next year, I’d hunt and kill all of the porcupines in the area.

Though I achieved moderate success with my 20 gauge, the prickly little rats were still spreading their turds all around the cottage.

My dog wasn’t safe, so neither were the porkeys.

What to do?

It’s times like these that I like to listen to my mother:

When all else fails, go shopping.

That’s what I did.

Mind you, my mother would go to the mall to buy disposable…