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Maybe they can't be buggered at all, but they sure can be eaten.
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.)
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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I always feel bad, because I want to check if the hedgehogs are ok, but I have this mad dog on a leash and just *can't*.
But most of them start to waddle away when I'm a few meters away, so I just hope for the best and pet the dog who starts to realize that his mouth is hurting. Stupid thing :)