He’s made a complete recovery.
Amazingly, once those naughty quills were extricated, he was just fine.
Other than the dried blood chunks blocking the majority of the entrance to his nose the next morning.
Which I had to extricate, as well.
The glamorous life. Indeed.
But really, he is fine now. 24 hours after the ‘incident’ and you’d never know he’d been within spitting distance of a porcupine.
And my kids? They have a bag of porcupine quills and a picture printed out of their
simpleminded poor, defenseless dog (covered in said quills) ready to roll.
Gonna get a lot of show-and-tell play out of this one.
We do love you.