The pugcupine is rumoured not to exist, but know all ye by these presents that I removed about the FIFTH black pugcupine quill from deep within the skin of the sole of my right foot as it was burrowing deeper and deeper.

Deceptive are these quills, for they look like single regular black dog hairs, but somehow they penetrate into the skin as I shamble about here shoeless in this pseudo-redneck dwelling like the sort of hick that I am.

Sure, I could stop the madness by just wearing shoes around here, but that is nigh unthinkable.

Just keep in mind that the ancestors of the hound shown here once had truck with quilled rodents.

They MUST have done.


Amandarama said…
See, I want a dog. I just don't want to vacuum.
Ari said…
Well, clearly, I don't vacuum near enough. One dog isn't so bad, as long as you don't get something too fuzzy. I stuck with the shorthaired, more wash and wear kinds, but I don't brush them nor do I vacuum near enough.

They have changed my life, though. I recommend dogs on the whole. They're like kids... if you want them enough, none of these little annoyances matter. They're definitely outweighed by all the fun, unconditional love, and goofyness. :)
Gary said…
I'm with you on this on. The minute I get inside my house, off come my shoes.
Violet said…
Cute pup! Sounds painful, though. Maybe some house shoes or slippers could be a viable option? Although, depending on what you find, that could add to the redneck-esque style of your life.

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