10.6.20

Bald porcupine on Neva

Summer is finally here, for me, yea! Sometimes without a fixed schedule it's hard to manage time. Never been good at it, my 1st -3rd grade teachers often wrote "needs to use time more wisely" on my report cards. I day dreamed a bunch in elementary school, guess I still do. Memorial day plans were set to ski up in Mt. Neva with Tracy, Steph, Rugi (dog), and Neva (dog). Unfortunately we did not take the most direct route losing time to summit before 10am. Skiing Mt. Neva never did happen that day, as Rugi and Neva encountered a porcupine who shot its quills, into the dogs' sides, feet, nose, and mouths. Horrible sight to see, dogs yelping, the cries echoing down the valley. Neva ran off after trying to get some of the 500 or so the quills out of her. Rugi was limping and we had a long way to go. Tracy yelled out every minute for Neva, but no sign. We had hoped to find Neva at the car when we finally made it out. No sign of Neva. Steph and I took Rugi out called the vet, called Tracy's husband who left to meet her and find Neva. Steph and I told hikers coming up to be on the lookout for a dog with about 500 quills on its side. Luckily those hikers did find Neva managed to get her to Tracy. This is not Rugi, but a look alike found on google web image search. I just wasn't in the mindset to pull out the camera and take photos of the poor pups in pain. Finally 2 hours after the incident down the canyon and in Boulder, Steph rushed Rugi to the vet and had quills removed. Neva finally found but in critical condition as the quills can migrate into the body cavity. The quills managed to puncture which they Neva's lung. She had a slim chance of survival and was sent to Wheatridge. Thankfully Neva and Rugi are both doing much better. Perhaps we'll get back up there to ski this summer. could have been worse, they could have looked like this poor pitbull. I never thought a porcupine could be so life threatening. I am sure that porcupine is up there wandering around looking like a marmot after shooting all it's quills.

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