Clyde and Jake went for a walk down to the river on Sunday. After a morning of swimming, peeing everywhere, and kicking out quail, the dog met his first porcupine. He came out sporting quills in his nose, cheeks, paws, tongue, gums, and chin. After making the the 1/2 mile trip back to the house, we called the vet and Leslie drove the "white trash mobile" down the highway with Jake and Clyde in the back. To other drivers, it probably looked like a wife who was sick of the stench that seemed to always follow her husband & dog and wanted the cab to herself.
(Double click to enlarge this photo. No those are not twigs from the tree it is drool...)
After the vet Clyde looked like he had been riding shotgun in the Grateful Dead's tour van: he was stoned out of his mind. There was so much drool that it looked like he had swallowed a shoe and the laces were hanging out the side. Clyde went from his dog house, water bowl, then to Leslie, and repeated this pattern for about two hours.
Whoa!Leslie brushed the old bachelor's hair under the lilac bush while he went through "rehab" that afternoon.
4 comments:
poor clyde ditka. if his name was clyde "atwater", that porcupine wouldn't have messed with him.
Oh, man, that just looks painful!
I think Clyde and Chloe (my dog) would have fun together. Her favorite thing to do is roll in poop.
HaHa! That is Melissa's cat. She is quite the charicter! We are busy as ever...the summer goes way too fast. Lovin the Sunshine! Looks like you two are having a ton of fun. Hope to see you for a bit longer next time we run in to each other.
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