The porcupine returned to nibble on my pine trees. And our ferocious dogs did their best to stop it.
Buster took it like a man, as Newt removed the quills from his nose.
Buster just laid there. Didn’t move a muscle, doesn’t make a whimper. Buster is the tough, silent type.
Porkchop was last to get quills pulled.
Porky resisted the treatment more than Buster.
Notice the concentrated grimace on Newt’s face. That is the same look I have when I’m trying to comb the knots from ReeRee’s hair. (And a similar headlock hold- haha!)
The porcupine probably left with a mouthful of pine bark in his mouth, snickering. Scratch one up to the porcupine. My nemesis= 1. I still have a big fat goose-egg.