Chad writes,
So I get a call from my sister while I’m at the shop here. A gunshot went off at the neighbors, and sent Copper flyin to the house all shook up. He’s a big sissy when it comes to guns. Anyways, when he arrives, he has a nose full of quills. Ouch. But I think the neighbor blasted the culprit.
So I grab some needle nose pliers and the camera. This outta be fun.
Now copper is a mighty ornery hound dog, so I’m sure he deserved every last quill he got. But he’s a bit older, and pretty easy going. I know the Marshal woulda been goin crazy, but Copper took it like a champ.
So while I sat on him with the pliers in one hand and his snout in the other, my old man held his head still. Then I moved in for the pull. ouch, and more ouch.
Oh it hurt, but he handled it alot better than most dogs. There were about nine total, but we couldent find one after I pulled it and dropped it. Me and the old man were laughin at him most the time, because Copper deserved it very much. After that last one, I swabbed his nose up with some peroxide and neosporin, then we gave him a peice of ham to make it all better. After that he just stretched around on the floor, and didn’t want to leave… Kinda reminded me of the dog, Chief, from Fox and the Hound. When he had that busted leg, and acted all wounded just so he could stay in the house and get sympathy… only I knew better.
So, hopefully he learned his lesson. But I woulden’t be surprised if he haden’t. You know them hound dogs.
This is a post pulled from PTA.
