I said Stephen was next, but I forgot one little event. Our poor hedgehog scraped his nose somehow. I was afraid it would get infected because he's so dirty, so we fought him and got some antibiotic ointment on it. Can you imagine how hard it is to get something onto a hedgehog's nose? When they're angry, their spines come down over their noses. We would hold out a cookie, and he would stretch out his nose, then we'd reach out to spread the ointment, and he'd curl up again. I finally got some onto the spines over his nose, and he spread it himself when he folded them down. And he's fine now!
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Wow. I am impressed.
I can't believe you are now providing hedgehog veteranary services. One more thing for your resume!
You definitely have some of your Grandpa Burton's DNA! I'm sure he would appreciate your effforts toward healing the hedgehog. Assure Jaan we do not have a scary dog -- and never will if Uncle Bruce is around! Love, Aunt Lindy
Poor Yozh! But, how lucky he is to have such a compassionate benefactress!!! Where is that picture taken - at the Dacha? Love y'all!
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