It was hilarious to watch Jenny and Fergus react to Percy. Here is Fergus. He is terrified of the hedgehog and won't get near it. He stayed safely at the top of the stairs out of harm's way. I might be imagining it, but he looks a bit embarrassed to me about his cowardliness. And this is the dog I got to protect me from bears!
She would reach out and nudge him with her nose, jumping back and shaking her head the second she made contact with those needle sharp quills. Then she would watch Percy for a few more minutes, creep up, and nudge him again. And again. There was something she found irresistible about that prickly lump on the carpet.
|Jenny would shake her head so hard after coming into contact with Percy she was a blur!|
When she came home with her nose full of quills my dad would drive into town to the local drug store and get some tranquilizers to give her. Keep in mind the time setting for this story. It was the 1960s. Not only was it the 60s, it was rural/small town America. There was no vet to do the job for you. This meant there was also no vet to write the prescription for the tranquilizers. This turned out to not be a problem because the pharmacist didn't ask for one. He just counted out what he figured would be enough to knock the dog out without killing it.
This was back in the days of common sense. He knew our family and he knew our dog, so had no problem giving my dad a few pills. I doubt he even charged anything for them. My dad would drive back home, wait for the medication to kick in, then get out his pliers and gently pull out the quills. In the years after Abigail we had other dogs, but never again did we have a dog that loved to fight with the porcupines.
The weather got warmer a few days ago, so Percy got to go out on the lawn for a bit. I think he looks much happier here than on the carpet. A strange pet for a strange family.