We're about to turn the calendar page to October, but it didn't feel very fall-like at the river over the weekend. Matter of fact, we all donned swimsuits and hit the water.
Little did we know, but it's porcupine mating season. I bet you didn't realize it either. So they're out and about more this time of year. We don't see this in the city, but it became very apparent at the river house Saturday night when a big, waddling porcupine was in the dog yard as we let the pack out to potty around bedtime.
Our little black female Cairn Terrier, Pepper, races out ahead of the other two to chase off anything in the yard. At our city house, all she has ever encountered is the occasional idiot raccoon or cross-eyed possum. We worry about skunks, and yet none have never ventured into the inner fence. The husband jokingly hollers, "Run, raccoon!" when he throws open the back door for their final potty break every evening.
Going forward, we'll be checking the river house yard because Pepper became a little pincushion when she charged the porcupine, earning about a dozen quills in her snout. Thankfully, none pierced her eyes or got in her mouth. Poor baby, she was just trying to defend her home from the interloper.
Hopefully she learned her lesson about the quilled beasts and won't go after any others she sees. Or she may be like my husband's parent's yorkiepoo Brutus who has been sprayed at least five times by skunks that have gotten into their yard. He's obviously a slow learner there, not having realized the black and white kitties are quite stinky and should be avoided.
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