Well, welcome to the country! At 5 a.m. this morning, I let my dogs out as usual and got a cup of coffee. Morgan hopped in the shower, then I heard all kinds of commotion out on our property. Called and called for our fours, but nobody would come. Walked out there in my nightgown, flip-flops, a flashlight, and a big walking stick. Yikes! Porcupine!
Okay, so I had choices. I ran back inside, told my husband about it, and he went out there and shot the thing. (No way to get it off the property without doing that—have no idea how it got in our fenced acreage). In any case, at 7 a.m. this morning, we were at the vet with three dogs covered in porcupine quills. They have been sedated by now and Doc is pulling out the quills.
Anybody remember the TV show Lost in Space? Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Our Border Collie only had quills in his feet, no doubt from trying to herd the thing; rescue pup Tucker (Benji-type) had quills around his month and in his gums, no doubt from trying to taste it; and our lab, Belle, had them all over. Sheesh …
Do you sometimes feel like you’ve encountered a porcupine and need to make a choice? The deal is, being dogs, they just react instead of approaching the situation with a plan. So, plan ahead for contingencies as best you can, and don’t lose your head when an unexpected situation arises—if you charge forward with no plan, you’re likely to get quills.
Many blessings and much prosperity!