The vet said it wasn’t so bad. She’d seen worse. Some dogs get them stuck inside their mouths. Either ours wasn’t aggressive, or he’d gotten lucky and closed his mouth when he realized what was about to happen.
“I didn’t think we had porcupines around here,” my wife said, in that way she does that makes you feel like an idiot.
The vet said they were rare, but she’d performed the procedure a few times a year. Burrito Bill, the dog, sat there, his front paws crossed and his tail wagging, making a hollow sound against the grey metal table.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.