Maybe they can't be buggered at all, but they sure can be eaten.

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It's been dark in the mornings for some time now. And now that my fingers start to get numb when I'm out with the dog, I have to admit that it's also getting cold.
Which can mean only one thing: Autumn.
And that in turn means hedgehogs.
A I don't know where the little pincushions hide in the summer, but in spring and autumn they are everywhere. Probably looking for food.
And this means I have to notice of every bump on the path before my dog does, and get away from it, lest it be an hedgehog and I have to spend the next minutes prying his mouth open and getting a spiky ball of fleas out.
No, this dog isn't the most intelligent creature to ever live. He's been trying this for the last seven years. And the only one who's learned something seems to be me. (I'm getting really good at telling apart stones from hedgehogs at a distance in the light of my bike's lamp.)

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[fluffyllama.livejournal.com]

He sounds lovely! I love dopey dogs. Mine are Wheaten terriers, and when the Guardian did intelligence tests for dogs, they came last. All the other breeds at least went and sniffed at the tests, but the Wheatens were only interested in each other's bottoms *dies*

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but the Wheatens were only interested in each other's bottoms
At least they are social dogs. *g*

I had fun with those tests.
Kuno just stared at the upturned bowl with the treat underneath - even when he saw me putting it there seconds ago. And then he looked at me with this desperate look:
"I saw it just now. And I can still smell it. But there is no treat. Where is it gone?"
I'm so mean to my poor, stupid dog. :)