Elliotto vanished for a long time during a woods walk this week. OK. Working with fear. Brought Chloe back to the car, settled her in, then went back out & tai-chi'ed in the woods, calling for him between moves.
Elli-elli-elli-elli-elliot! Come here, boy! Whoop!
He finally reappeared, looking like a lobster-space-alien, a thicket of porcuprickles bristling out of his snoot.
Got most of them out with Timothy's help, but then, the next day, noticed him worrying at a spot where a couple of quills had worked themselves in all the way under the skin of the inner thigh. Internet sez: it's only a hopskip and a jump to death from there, so: solstice full moon emergency vet trip.
Here he is, serene in the Cone of Compassion and Healing.
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