Hedgehogs

I was up in the night with Ripley.  He was outside longer than is usual and on shining the torch outside I discovered that he had found a hedgehog and was investigating the curled up ball it had become.

Barefoot and PJ clad I rushed out to grab him (never did master recall and definitely not at 4am)

The hedgehog didn't move for sometime and I feared I would be dealing with that when it became light but after an hour it had disappeared.

When I got home from work I found mail from an endangered species supporter with 'help a hedgehog' lines

I already did today.   The dog brush on the table represents the hedgehog.  In my mind at least.  It wasn't pink or made from rubber.